Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Blood & Money - full transcript

(Dog barks)

(Pants)

Someone, please, let me in!

~ No! Not you!
~ (Thump!)

Stay away from me!

(Hums a tune)

Ooh!

~ Hope you didn't wait up.
~ No, Miss, just starting breakfast.

The milkman sends his regards.

~ Thank you.
~ (Knock on door)

If that's Francois, send him
away. A girl needs to sleep.



Jeepers!

~ Can I help you?
~ I'm looking for Miss Fisher.

You've found her.

I've got a job for ya, a detecting
job, if you want it.

Never let it be said that

I would turn down the
opportunity of employment.

~ What's your problem?
~ My brother's gone missing.

♪ HOT JAZZ

The war is more than ten years
over, but the suffering goes on.

Please meet Mr Archie Woods...

.. in constant pain and
ostracised by his injuries.

It is now possible to restore
Mr Woods' dignity

and his life with the latest
surgical techniques.

We hope that the Ladies Auxiliary
will see the enormous benefit



in continuing to fund our
war victims' program.

Next, we have Lady Granville

with her alternative proposal
for the Henry Granville...

Help! Somebody, help! Come
quickly, I found a child!

I found a dead child.

MAN: Excuse me.

Ned never come home since
the night before last.

Where is home, Paddy?

Collingwood. That's how
I knew about you, Miss.

You're famous in Collingwood.

You own a gold 0.38 revolver.

Which I only use when
absolutely necessary.

What about your parents, Paddy?

Mum died last year...

.. and Dad was killed in
the war before I was born.

So, where do you live?

There's always somewhere to bunk.

(Phone rings)

~ Have you spoken to the police, Paddy?
~ Not on your life!

Can't trust the rozzers.

Oh, I can pay ya. Look.

That's just a down payment. You'll
get the rest once you find Ned.

Dr Macmillan is on the telephone
for you, Miss Fisher.

Paddy, this is Inspector Robinson.

Going out or coming in?

Oh, Jack, not all of us are in bed at
nine with a hot milk and a Zane Grey.

No, you'd prefer DH Lawrence
and a bottle of cognac.

I want you to prepare
yourself, Paddy.

Paddy, I'm so sorry.

That's... That's not my brother.

~ That's Badger.
~ What's his real name?

You could ask Mary Maddison,
my nurse's aide.

She might know him from
her health-van checks.

What's this bottle-top thing?

I found it hanging around his neck.

Paddy, was Badger a member
of one of the local gangs?

The Bottlers, the Bootleggers?

In my day, the token always
represented the name of the gang.

~ Bottle Top Boys.
~ Is Ned a member too?

And you?

Wouldn't let me.

Said one of us going bad was enough.

And when was the last time
you saw Badger alive?

Two days ago, just before
Ned disappeared.

Dot, I think you need
to take Paddy outside.

Sorry, Dr Harcourt, all the
excitement's got to Lady Granville.

She's had one of her turns
and needs your attention.

Course she does.

Let me deal with Her Highness
while you start on the autopsy,

~ that way I can legitimately
tell her that you're busy.
~ Thank you.

A lot of money for a street urchin.

At least he spent it wisely.

~ I'll take it up with Paddy.
~ Good luck.

(Sighs) Someone meant business.

Looks like it's happened before.

Dot, I need to find out
what species this is.

If you could consult our
resident ornithologist?

Mr Butler?

Who would want to hurt Badger?
Did he have any enemies?

What about the other gang members,
how'd he get on with them?

Alright.

Where would he get money like that?

Inspector...

Alright, just me now.
Spill the beans.

I don't know about the money,

but he would have got the
bullseyes from the Monster Man.

~ Who?
~ I don't know his real name.

Badger just calls him that 'cause
he's half-monster, half-man.

Do you know a boy called Badger?

There's a few lads I see around here,

part of the war victims' program.

Not, ah, one lad in particular,

one with a liking for bullseye
lollies, perhaps?

Oh, one of them did odd
jobs for me sometimes.

I'm a bit forgetful with names.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right -
Badger - that was him.

~ What kind of jobs?
~ Deliveries. I do hospital errands -

bandages, prescriptions.

If I'm too busy or me wounds
play up sometimes...

~ Did you ever pay him?
~ (Scoffs)

Only in sweets. It's not like
I've got any money to spare.

It's important you tell us exactly
where you were last night, Mr Woods.

I was here.

~ Can anyone verify that?
~ No.

What's going on?

Badger was found dead
this morning, murdered.

To be honest, I only employed Archie
so I could keep an eye on him.

And despite my best efforts,
he's in constant pain.

So, if his thinking
is a little erratic...

I understand, Doctor,

but I'm afraid he's still a
suspect until we know more.

Don't worry, Inspector,

he's quite used to people thinking
the worst of him. Excuse me.

Paddy's brother disappeared
the same time as Badger,

belonged to the same gang.

All worrying coincidences, I agree.

I should take Paddy to the station,
see what else I can learn.

Good luck. No kid from Collingwood's
going to cooperate with the police.

What about the one I'm looking at?

I thought you were
cooperating with ME.

You know, the first thing I ever
stole, the police let me keep.

Really?

This little brooch in
the shape of a swallow.

I saw it in the pawnbroker's window,
and I coveted it for a whole year

until I seized the opportunity.

~ And you were caught?
~ Well, someone lagged.

Ah. Then you talked
your way out of it.

Well, I told the police that my
grandmother had given it to me

and my father had hocked
it for a bottle of beer.

Let me spend some time with
him, see what I can find out.

Come on, Paddy. I'll take you home.

Collins?

(Snoring)

~ (Clears throat)
~ Yes, sir! (Grunts)

What's going on, Constable?

Sorry, sir.

I... I had a puncture on my bike,

and I didn't have any patches
to fix it, and then I...

.. I missed the last
tram home, so I...

.. slept.

I'll get back to work, sir.

You might want to put
some clothes on first.

You're required at Miss Fisher's.

Some clothes.

You said you discovered
this boy in bushland.

Was there a lake or a pond nearby?

Not near the hospital, no.

Odd, because this is
definitely a duck feather.

Mary Maddison, that
health-van nurse, said

his proper name was Barnaby Parkins.

Maybe there were ducks
near where he was living.

I don't think any of them
have a proper home, Hugh.

Paddy was starving when
he knocked on our door.

And I hate to think when
he last had a bath.

When did you last have a shave, Hugh?

Oh, I, ah...

.. I missed my turn in
the bathroom this morning.

It's the problem with families,
Dottie - overcrowding.

Which makes me think,

it's not the best idea to move into
the bungalow once we're married.

We agreed with your mother that we'd live
there. I've already made the curtains.

I know, I know. It's just, I still
think it's best that we rent.

If we do that, we'll never save
up enough for a house of our own.

~ What if we stay in the
bungalow for a short time?
~ No.

~ I'll find a way.
~ (Door opens)

I'm the breadwinner, and
it's my job to provide.

~ Good morning, Hugh.
~ Morning, Miss. That's a lovely dress.

Oh, thank you, Hugh.

Paddy's agreed to be our house
guest while I'm in his employ.

I think that's a very good idea.
I'll make up the guest room.

We're heading back to Collingwood
to collect his things

as soon as I get changed.

Paddy, this is Constable Collins.

If you treat him nicely,
he won't bite.

Help yourself to as much
as you like, Paddy.

Well, you've fallen on
your feet, haven't you?

~ When was the last time you ate?
~ This morning.

Well, you're doing
a lot better than me.

Yeah.

Ooh.

Ooh!

Ooh.

Paddy's brother Ned is about 5'2",

sandy hair, blue eyes, should be
wearing the Bottle Top Boy symbol.

Whistle if you see him.

The more things change, the
more they stay the same.

Don't worry, Miss,
I'll look after you.

Come back, you rotten
little thing! Come back!

For Christ's sake!

That lot'll nick anything.
Lysol soap! I ask you.

He won't be needing this.

You're Dr Macmillan's
friend. Mary Maddison.

Phryne Fisher. My assistant,
Dorothy Williams.

Hello.

Perhaps you know Paddy?

Thank you.

Any news on what's
happened to Badger?

None as yet. But Paddy's employed
me to find his brother.

I believe you know Ned as well?

Not Neddy too?

I was worried sick when you
two didn't show for breakfast.

You run the health
van for the hospital.

You provide meals as well?

Not officially.

No, I've been a volunteer's
aide since the war.

Let me tell you, if I didn't give
them a feed every now and then

they'd never let me near them.

When was the last time you
saw either of the boys?

Ah, I'd have to check
my book. Come with me.

Badger was doing so well too.

Just got a clean bill of health from
the hospital on his pneumonia.

Paddy, you said your
things were here.

Yeah, back in the stables.

I'll go with him, Miss.

Poor tyke.

They all sleep out there,
but I turn a blind eye.

Where else are they gonna
keep warm? (Sighs)

G'day, Archie. You're not
on your bicycle today?

~ No, me knees are giving me grief.
~ That's no good.

Thanking you. And, ah...

.. you can take this Lysol soap
back to where it came from.

Here we go.

I gave Badger a lice check and
kerosene wash three days ago.

Riddled with them.

And Paddy's brother refused
one on the same day.

What about Jimmy, are the
cops looking for him too?

~ Jimmy?
~ Yeah.

He disappeared over a week
ago. Not even a goodbye.

Is that all, Paddy?

(Sighs)

This looks too big for you.

~ It was my dad's.
~ (Footsteps approach)

Paddy just told them the news, Miss.

Thank you, Dot. Why don't you take
Paddy home and get him settled in?

I can manage now.

Now, you've all heard Badger is
dead, and Ned is still missing.

If anyone knows anything, it would
be better to tell it to me now

before the police find out.

What about Mr Archie Woods, from
the hospital, do you know him?

Badger used to do odd jobs for him.

Who's the smoker?

Ah, sir, I've been meaning
to talk to you about my...

.. ah, career in the police force.

Yes?

There's a junior-detective position
opening up at City Central.

They're looking for someone with
intelligence and enterprise,

and I was hoping you could give me
more of a running with this case

and maybe write me a reference.

Is there something you're
unhappy with, Collins?

No, not at all, sir! Not at all.

It's just, the salary
is £5.6s a week,

which is quite a substantial
improvement on my current position.

I can see that. But are you
willing to be transferred?

No, sir.

But I've...

It's just that I've...

~ It's complicated, sir. There's...
~ (Door creaks open)

Inspector Robinson? Col Richards,
gang leader of the Bottle Top Boys.

G'day, Col. Still take
four sugars in your tea?

Badger was killed a week after
he robbed a house in South Yarra.

Did you send him on that job?

Perhaps this might jog your
memory. I saw you drop it.

You're not pinning this on me.

Well, you had the opportunity
and a likely weapon.

I never sent Badger to that house,
I never even seen him that night.

Is he working for himself
or for someone else?

So, he was moonlighting,
a gang member gone rogue.

Now we have a motive too.

Did you want to make an example
of him to the other boys?

I didn't kill Badger.

If you've got no way of proving
it, you can't keep me here.

You can go for now.

We're keeping the knife.

Badger was working for Archie
Woods doing odd jobs.

Those bullseyes wouldn't
have lasted a minute

in the pocket of a hungry boy,

so he must have seen Archie
not long before he died.

I'm loath to harass a man
like that unless we're sure.

So am I.

But perhaps Mr Woods needs help now
that he's lost his messenger boy.

Will it get anyone else in strife?

Only the person who hurt Badger.

And who might have hurt Ned?

Let's hope not.

Hey, Mister?

What do you want?

I'm all out of lollies, if
that's what you're after.

I'm a friend of Badger's.

I was a friend of Badger's.

He told me he used to
do some jobs for you.

I was wondering if I
could do those jobs now.

I don't know what you're
talking about.

I'm fast and I'm good
and I don't charge much,

maybe just enough to get
a pie and that's all.

Come with me.

He said he'd give me threepence
for each delivery.

Thank you, Paddy.

Can you please wait for me outside?

Now, I expected to find
necklaces and silverware,

not vials of morphine.

But they're all there.

Help yourself.

Oh, Miss Fisher...

It's water.

He's been replacing the contents
to avoid suspicion.

Just wait till Lady Granville
gets wind of this.

I won't be rushing to tell her.

We won't be charging you, Archie.
Let's just keep this between us.

Right now, we just want
to know about Badger.

Alright. I sent him on
a job the day before

he was meant to come
back with the cash.

What happened, did
something go wrong?

Another digger put one over on him,

paid him in metals, told
him it was real gold.

So you were angry at Badger?

Yeah, of course I was!

He was always letting people
pay with bits of rubbish,

then I've got to go flog 'em
to the pawnbroker for a song.

~ How angry were you, Archie?
~ He riled me up!

It wasn't all one way. He had
a mouth on him, that kid.

Did he threaten to tell the
hospital what you were doing?

I should never have trusted him.
Look, I just want to be left alone.

~ Just get out. Everyone, get out!
~ Archie, calm down.

Archie, you need to tell us what
happened, even if it's bad.

~ No!
~ Is everything alright, Doctor?

(Screams)

~ You're not taking me alive!
~ Archie, no!

(Shouts)

Leave me!

It's over now, Archie.

It's over now. Shh.

I can't interview him in this state.

Dr Macmillan's given him
something to calm him down.

Poor man.

I've asked for a comparison of
the bayonet with Badger's wound,

but it doesn't look
good for Mr Woods.

If Badger was threatening
to reveal his drug theft,

he had an obvious motive.

I wonder if Mary Maddison
is one of his customers.

He delivered a parcel to
her at the health van.

Hospital supplies?

She gave him a smaller package
in return, maybe cash.

Whatever it is, there's
something going on.

What happened to your scarf?

Oh, Archie Woods. Still, it's better
than puncturing my throat.

Looks like he made an attempt.

No, it's nothing.

I'm sure he's not the first man
who wanted to wring my neck.

No?

(Approaching footsteps)

~ Sorry, Miss.
~ (Clears throat)

Dot, where are you off to?

Hugh's taking me to the pictures.

He didn't tell you? He's taking
an extra shift tonight

to impress the Chief Commissioner.

~ Why?
~ I assume it's to do with
this promotion he's chasing

at City Central.

What promotion?

Excuse me!

I'm looking for one of the Bottle
Top Boys, a boy named Ned.

Oh! Cheeky... Hey!

More tea, Mr Paddy?

Yes, please, Mr B. This brew's
even better than your last one.

Dorothy! I thought you were supposed
to be at the pictures.

Hugh had to work.

So I'll be able to
work on your jumper.

How much longer do
you reckon it'll take?

I need to get back
out and look for Ned.

There's a fair bit of work involved.

I've had to unravel your old jumper
and knit a new one your size.

I'll give you till tomorrow.

Well, that's very generous of you.

But right now you should
be in bed, young man.

Go on, scoot.

Hugh certainly is spending
a lot of time on this case.

I just found out he's
chasing a promotion

at another police station.

Well, that's not such a bad thing.

But why would Hugh leave
Inspector Robinson,

even for a better
job with more money,

and why doesn't the
Inspector stop him?

Hugh must do what he thinks
is right, Dorothy.

And Inspector Robinson
would never stop him,

just as Miss Fisher
would never stop you

from pursuing your dreams, even
if she missed you terribly.

I just wish Hugh had shared
his dreams with me

instead of hearing about
them from the Inspector.

Perhaps he wanted to surprise you.

PHONOGRAPH: ♪ BESSIE SMITH: Nobody
Knows When You're Down And Out

Come in and tell me what's wrong.

Maddie Granville heard about Archie.

She's announced to the
entire Ladies Auxiliary

that he's been locked up for murder.

I hope you told her that
he's only being questioned.

So, he hasn't been charged?

~ That's a relief.
~ But if he is charged,

it would help us enormously if it
didn't happen until after tomorrow.

That's when the Ladies Auxiliary
make their final decision

on funding the war victims' program.

So...

.. it's alright if he's
hanged,... just not yet.

No-one wants him to hang,

but we are talking about one
life compared to a program

that benefits hundreds of lives.

I keep forgetting you're a scientist.

Here's to the death
of medical progress.

You could try one last-ditch
remedy, Dr Harcourt.

It's called socialising.

Lady Granville might be opposed
to your war victims' program,

but she's certainly not
opposed to your charms,

neither are the other ladies.
I try not to encourage them.

Well, that will only make
you more attractive.

~ Are all women so contrary?
~ Without exception.

You just need to give
them a little hope.

Accept an invitation or two.

Or perhaps offer one.

Care to join me for supper
tonight, Miss Fisher?

You ARE a fast learner.

Excuse me, Miss. Did
Paddy sneak down here?

I thought he was in bed.

So did I.

(Rustling)

Who's there?

Police! Stop!

Hey! Come here!

Get up. Get up!

Empty your pockets.

Empty your pockets, Paddy, now!

Is that your brother, is that Ned?

That's Jimmy.

They've taken Jimmy to the hospital.

We need to find out
what happened to him.

Jimmy wasn't like one of us.

He lived on the streets
but he still had his mum.

He joined the gang so he
could make money for her.

Will someone let her know?

Of course. Don't worry about her.
Don't worry about Ned either.

~ We'll find him.
~ I know Ned's still alive.

And I didn't steal that necklace.

Ned left it for me in the drainpipes
at the back of the stables.

It's our secret place where
we hide things for each other,

and nobody else knows.

What necklace?

It's one of the items Badger stole
from the Como Avenue house.

I found it in Paddy's pocket.

It's over now, Archie.

Perhaps Badger wasn't working
alone that night.

Can I be of assistance?

The neighbours said they heard
someone poking around in here.

I'm still looking for Ned. I
thought I saw something in here.

There's not a lot of places to hide.

These are very beautiful earrings.

Where did you get them?

They're just paste, I'm
afraid. They were a gift.

Not exactly a gift. I bought them
off one of the boys as a favour.

His mother had passed, and
he was selling off her things.

Well, unless his mother
lived in Como,

I think you'll find that
they're stolen property,

perhaps along with the
rest of these gifts.

The earrings are a match
for a police listing.

Alright, I had my doubts.

I never asked any questions,
so I never knew for sure.

And I only ever did it to make
more money for the health van.

What about Mr Archibald Woods -

what does he have to do with
this little cottage industry?

Nothing bad, he just
pawns them for me.

And who steals them for you?

I never knew anything
was stolen, I told you.

But if it were stolen, who do
you think would have done it?

Col Richards is the ringleader.

Never even seen them jewels before.

Stolen by Badger a
week before he died.

Mary Maddison says
she got them from you.

She's lying.

Now another member of
your gang shows up dead.

Was Jimmy moonlighting as well, Col?

Jimmy?

His body was dumped.

(Knock on door)

Sir, I thought you should see this.

Thank you, Collins.

The bayonet is not a match
for Badger's wound.

You can release Mr Woods, Collins.

And in a report from City Central,
it seems that our Col

is the No 0.1 suspect in a recent
assault with a deadly weapon,

to wit, a knife.

That knife you had earlier is
no weapon for a gang leader.

Where's your real knife, Col?

It's Mary Maddison's
word against mine.

What makes you think
she's such an angel?

What on earth's going on, Collins?

What are you doing, sleeping
in the police car?

Ah, because the cells are full, sir.

Why aren't you sleeping
in your own bed?

I can't.

My mother threw me out after
I converted for the wedding.

Couldn't bear having a tyke
under her roof, she said.

Does Dot know?

I don't want her to know.

We'll be right back where we were,

with her family trying to convert
me, my family trying to convert her.

Dot'll want to call
off the whole wedding!

It's why I need this promotion,
sir - to buy a place of my own.

Ah, I...

.. I went back to the
stables and found this

stashed where Paddy said
Ned left him things.

There's dried blood on it and
what looks like a fingerprint.

Ah, and another thing.

This report came through from Dr
Macmillan last night after you left.

The second boy, Jimmy, died
a week ago from septicaemia.

~ From what?
~ Infected knife wounds, sir.

Excellent work, Collins.

Thank you, sir.

PHONOGRAPH: ♪ BENNIE MOTEN:
Somebody Stole My Gal

I'm beginning to believe he'll
secure that funding after all.

~ Even Paddy's turning on the charm.
~ Mm!

You'll be pleased to
know, Miss Fisher,

I have now accepted two
luncheon invitations,

a soiree and a tea dance
- whatever the hell that is.

That's very brave of you, Doctor.

Especially when none of them
are the companion of my choice.

(Phone rings)

Are you any closer to finding
out who's killing these boys?

It could be a simple
case of gang warfare,

but I'd think twice about having Mary
Maddison run your health van for you.

Excuse me, Miss, the
Inspector has telephoned.

It's poor Mr Woods.

Jack?

The hospital staff found
him this morning.

~ Poor Archie.
~ Liquid morphine.

There are other empty bottles.

It looks like it was
self-administered - an overdose.

Or somebody wants us to think that.

Good God.

Looks like an infection.
The tissue's necrotic.

I performed another graft a week ago.

It looks like it's been rejected.

He must have been in terrible pain.

I'm going to go and break
the news to Mary Maddison.

She'll take it hard.

Excuse me.

And Hugh found this last night,
hidden behind the stables.

Single-edged blade,

right blade width with some
slight serration here.

I'd say that's a match.

Both members of the same gang, both
carrying knife wounds and scars.

Jimmy was copping it worse.

It isn't right to die so young.

But it isn't right to live
so violently either.

Yes, I've got that number.
I'll wait. Thank you.

Do you recognise this, Paddy?

Do you know who it belongs to?

Someone is targeting the boys, Paddy.

Badger and Jimmy are gone,
but we need to find who it is

and put them away before
they can hurt anyone else.

It was one of Col's.

Thank you.

And what about my brother?

What about your special place,
where he left you the necklace?

At the stables?

I think it's time that you
left Ned something in return.

Some of those cheese scones?

Good idea. Come on.

Yes, thank you. I'll let
the Inspector know. Goodbye.

Sir, we've just had
a report through -

the bloody fingerprints on the knife,

they're not Col Richards'.

What if he doesn't show?
What if someone got to him?

Let's just wait and see.

That's him!

Ned, Ned!

~ Paddy!
~ Ned!

~ Stay where you are!
~ Why'd you bring someone? Who's she?

Phryne Fisher, the detective
from Collingwood.

You shouldn't have done that,
Paddy. I can't stay here now.

Ned, you don't need to worry,
we know you didn't do it.

HUGH: Stop there! Hey!

Edward O'Connell, you're under arrest

~ for the murder of Barnaby
Parkins, also known as Badger.
~ What?!

~ Jack, what is this?
~ PADDY: Not true!

Ned's fingerprints were
found on the knife.

~ We matched them to his records.
~ No, Col's the one, and you said so!

No, Paddy!

I didn't mean to, but I done it.

I killed Badger.

~ Did you bury him here?
~ No. I didn't bring him here.

But Col sent you to find
Badger after he discovered

he'd been doing jobs on the side.

He wanted me to put the frighteners
on him and he gave me his knife,

said he'd throw me out of the gang

if I didn't put the
fear of God into him.

Give it here!

Come and get it!

I just left him there.

Jack, this isn't right.

Ned's confessed to stabbing the
boy, his prints are on the knife.

~ No!
~ I have to take him in.

I thought I could trust you
because you were one of us,

but you're not! You're
supposed to help.

Now they're gonna hang him, and
it's all your fault! I hate you!

Paddy!

Paddy, wait!

~ Sir...
~ Wait in there for me.

Jack, something's missing.
What about Jimmy?

Surely you don't believe
Ned did that to him?

~ Sir, Mary Maddison.
~ What about her?

The Volunteer Aid Detachment
New South Wales

don't have a match for Mary Maddison,

but they've been trying to
locate a Velma Mary Ferguson

for the last couple of years.

Where's the wanted-persons
file, Collins?

Let's see.

Velma Mary Ferguson, wanted
for the murder of her husband.

~ Mary bleaches her hair.
~ What about the scar on her cheek?

She's had a birthmark removed.

The New South Wales Police are
on their way to extradite you

for the murder of Arthur Ferguson.

He was a cruel bastard.

Well, you could have left him.

It was self-defence.

How did you really come across
those jewels that Badger stole?

Was it Col who sold them to you?

You help us, Velma, and we
may be able to help you.

Col had nothing to do with
it. I just never liked him.

It was Badger.

He was a cheeky kid, smart.

He did the job for me at Como Avenue,

brought the stuff back
to me and I paid him.

That was the last time I saw him.

Your birthmark, you had it removed.

Dr Harcourt helped me out...

.. a favour for a favour.

He gave me a new face, and I
was happy to look after his van.

We've been so blind.

Ned has confessed to stabbing
Badger but not to burying him.

He was bleeding but very much
alive when Ned left him,

which begs a very large question.

Mac, do you mind taking another
look at the wound for me?

How lethal does it look?

That's odd.

The position of the wound...

.. it doesn't look like the blade
penetrated any major organs.

No? Then what was the cause of death?

Something that didn't
leave much of a mark.

So, not strangulation?

No.

What about...

.. suffocation with a feather pillow?

~ Possibly. Harcourt, I thought...
~ Let's just say

that Badger was suffocated
after he was stabbed,

and then he was buried, possibly

by someone a little more
able-bodied than young Ned,

which explains how he ended up
deceased in a grave, but not why.

The answer lies here.

But Archie died of an accidental
overdose. We've established that.

Not without any doubt.

But before he died, you performed
a number of skin grafts

in an attempt to repair the
damage done to his face.

A successful skin graft
requires healthy skin

from elsewhere on the patient's
body. Am I right, Mac?

Yes, it does.

But Archie's entire body was burned.

There's no graft site.

Which means the skin for his
operations came from somewhere...

Or someone else.

These aren't wounds from a knife
fight, are they, Dr Harcourt?

You were using Jimmy and
Badger as your guinea pigs.

I didn't have a choice.

Men like Archie, they need
skin from other donors,

and I paid the boys,
I paid them well.

They knew what they were doing.
It was perfectly safe!

But Jimmy didn't take the
sulphur like I told him.

No, he didn't.

He lived on the street, in filth,
and he was only a child.

He took your money but he forgot
about everything else.

~ What about Badger?
~ Yes, what about Badger?

Did he come to you for
help after he was stabbed?

He came to the hospital but
he wouldn't let me touch him.

I tried to help him but he
just started threatening me.

No! Get off me! Get away!

I'll tell them what you did,
I'll tell them everything!

Come back here!

Quiet! Be quiet!

I wasn't going to let
him ruin everything,

not after all the years
I've spent on my work.

You understand. This kind of
surgery, it's revolutionary -

donor skin, perhaps,
one day, donor organs!

This is a new frontier, and the
rewards surely outweigh the risks.

You said it yourself
- one life to save many.

What have you done with Paddy?

I never touched him. I
don't know where he is.

What a waste of a brilliant mind.

Oh, I want you to know, Collins,

that I was very impressed with
your efforts on this case.

Thank you, sir. You showed
great enterprise,

and one day I think you'll make
an excellent senior constable.

One day, sir?

I don't think there's
any point in applying

for the position at City Central.

You don't think I'm ready?

The job's already gone, Collins,

to the nephew of the
Deputy Commissioner.

It's not right, but
it's the way it is.

If it's any consolation, I'm very
happy you'll be staying here.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

(Door creaks open)

Look out, Hugh!

I know I was upset about missing
the pictures the other night,

but I wanted to say that

I will support you in
whatever you want to do.

Thank you, Dottie.

You're letting me pursue my dream
of working with Miss Fisher,

and you should have
your dream as well,

whether it's renting a house
or getting a promotion.

Dreams are for dreamers, Dottie.

They're not practical.

But everybody has to have a dream.

Not me. I'm wide awake now.

I'm busy, Dottie, I don't
have time to chat.

You don't look busy.
Where's the Inspector?

This has nothing to
do with the Inspector!

I just told you I'm busy, alright?

Excuse me, sir?

Yes?

I'd like to hand in my resignation
from the police force.

(Gasps)

I heard you caught the real killer.

I'm not angry with you anymore.

I'm glad to hear I've been forgiven.

Can I have a go at your gun?

Not on your nelly!

Now clean this up
and come downstairs.

I've got a surprise for you.

PHONOGRAPH: ♪ KING
OLIVER: Farewell Blues

A perfect fit.

Thank you.

Thank you, Miss.

I had some doubts, but
you came good in the end.

And in fact, I was just wondering...

.. when I'm 18, how old
are you going to be?

(Door opens)

There he is.

You look like you're off to church.

Now, that's an idea.

~ Time to go!
~ Oh, no.

We're having lemonade first,
it's a celebration. Mr B?

What are your plans now, Ned?

The Inspector said I got
a good chance of probation

for what I done to Badger.

He's quitting the Bottle Top
Boys and looking for a job.

That's wonderful!

If you've won over the Inspector,
you're halfway there.

I'm sure that Mr Butler can put you
to work if you have any trouble.

Well, as long as we lock
up the silver, Miss.

Come along, boys, I
have a job for you.

Don't worry, Dot, I'm sure Hugh
will be back on deck in no time.

He talked to you?

Well, I refused to accept
his resignation.

Told him to have a think instead.
He's been under a lot of strain,

missing out on his promotion
and his mother throwing him out

because he's converted.

Fishing would be the perfect
thing to clear his head.

His mother threw him out?

How long have you known?

Not long. Ah, I'm sorry, Miss
Williams, I thought you knew.

Cake is served in the
dining room, everyone.

It's alright, Inspector,
it's not your fault.

(Ned laughs)

I hope you're right and
Hugh comes to his senses.

He will, if I have anything
to do with it.

PADDY: It's true! Young Paddy
must be a satisfied customer.

I believe so. He just proposed to me.

Takes a brave man to propose to you.

Or a very foolish one.

I found something for you when
we raided Mary's health van.

Am I the receiver of stolen goods?

No, more lost property.

If the owner comes forward,

I'll send them your way.

They can fight me for it.

It's true...

.. about your father hocking
your grandmother's brooch.

A lemonade toast to
the children we were.

To the adults we've become.

(Screams)

What on earth possessed you

to hand over your home
to a women's sanatorium?

It's time to talk directly
about Arthur.

Betsy was found dead this morning.

Charred flesh - very
distinctive odour.

Your mind always jumps to
murder. Have you noticed?

No, please! Stay right where you are.

Say whatever you can
to keep her calm.

Knowing a prime suspect to help
us with a witness is a first,

~ even for you.
~ Shh.