Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Death and Hysteria - full transcript

Reach out to the sky.

Release. Release.

Step up. And step up. Lovely.

Up. And up.

Run. Feel the wind.

Reach.

One, two, three and four.

Mrs Stanley.

So, you're sleeping.
Have things improved?

Oh, yes, Dr Samuels, your
medicine works wonders.

I think the other
therapies have helped.



So... perhaps it's time

to talk directly about Arthur.

Your loss is still recent but
I haven't heard you mention him.

I farewelled my son at his funeral.

But his spirit still lingers.

Grief is not a simple thing.

It is to me.

Hey, where are you going?

Stop following me.

And lift. And run.

No.

Betsy! Help!

Someone, please, it's Betsy! Help!

There, there. Shoosh.



~ Oh, Phryne.
~ Aunt P.

You're a generous woman, Aunt P,

but what on earth possessed
you to hand over your home

to a women's sanatorium?

It was a favour to Dr Samuels.

He was such a help
with... with Arthur.

He needed temporary consulting rooms,

and then Dr Perkins joined,
and the secretary,

and I wasn't able to turn them away.

I... I didn't realise
it would be like this.

You should've called me.

I called you now.

You and Cec were supposed
to be keeping her company.

Well, this place was full of
women. What do you call that?

Failing to keep me informed.

No, it's worse than
that, it's tragic.

Morning.

So, those doctors are
psychiatrists, miss?

That's right, Dot.

And all those women are... mad?

No, they're far too wealthy for
that - they're just unwell.

Uh, sorry, madam, this
is a crime scene.

So I've heard.

Miss Fisher. At last.

Betsy Cohen, 34.

Oh, extremely wealthy.

Recently divorced.

And fatally electrocuted...

.. by a faulty appliance...

.. she was holding in her right hand.

Probably lying on the
bed minus her underwear.

And possibly...

.. in the company of a man

who's lost the other end

of his barbell shirt collar pin.

Shall I leave now?

No. I've a question for you.

~ Just the one?
~ Where's the appliance?

Hey, hey. Don't touch anything.

This hallway's a crime scene, lady.

I'm quite aware of that, Constable.

And the name is Miss
Dorothy Williams.

Constable Neville Martin.

I'm assistant to Senior
Detective Inspector Robinson,

and this area, it's been
thoroughly searched.

You haven't done a
very good job then.

That's a piece of rubbish.

Mrs Stanley runs a
very tidy household,

so any untidiness is suspicious.

Constable Hugh Collins
could tell you that.

Well, not in a hurry
- he's gone fishing.

And, you know, I heard a rumour
that he's not coming back.

Well, you've heard wrong
then, Constable Martin.

Uh, should I take notes, sir?

I've studied shorthand
and I'm fast and accurate

at the rate of 100 words per minute.

Very impressive.

I found this on the floor, miss.

Rubber. Looks like part of a glove.

Rubber insulates against electricity.

Perhaps whoever pulled the plug
from the wall came prepared.

I'd like you to search
the house thoroughly

for our possible murder weapon.

Murder, sir?

Only surmise at this
point, Constable.

You're looking for an
electrical appliance,

possibly hair-crimping irons

or perhaps a reading rack,
given the rumpled bed.

Most likely bearing scorch marks.

Should I begin to question
our suspect, sir?

Miss Fisher will assist
me with that, Constable.

My shorthand is not
quite as impressive,

but I have other qualities.

You heard Miss Fisher, Constable.

Have you come to shut us down?

No. No, I'm with Miss Fisher,
Mrs Stanley's niece.

Oh. Poor Mrs Stanley.

Did you know that her son died?

In his sleep.

Yes. Arthur had a weak heart.

It was very sudden and very sad.

Oh. I heard he was an imbecile.

Depended on Prudence for everything.

Oh, it is horrible for Prudence to
have another death in the house.

But perhaps the rest of us

will get the attention
we deserve now.

It's such a tragic accident.

And to happen under your aunt's roof,

with her bereavement
still so painful, I...

.. I couldn't be more sorry.

We don't believe it was
an accident, Dr Samuels.

Oh, excuse me, um...

.. Dr Samuels... what shall
I say to the women?

Harriet, my dear, um, have
you met Mrs Stanley's niece?

Harriet Edwards. How do you do?

Phryne Fisher. And this
is Inspector Robinson.

I think a reflection session

would be calming for
the ladies, Harriet, hm?

I won't be long.

Eric.

Please meet Eric Edwards,
our solicitor.

I'm sure Miss Fisher
needs no introduction.

No, of course not. It's an
honour to meet you at last.

Ah, Edwards. Are you related
to Harriet Edwards?

Yes, I'm Harriet's older brother.

And Inspector Robinson.

This isn't a formal
questioning, Mr Edwards.

A legal presence isn't required.

Oh, no, no, no, no, Eric and I had
a scheduled meeting this morning.

But please, join us.

So, where were you, Dr Perkins,
when Betsy Cohen was killed?

I was upstairs in our office.

~ And you were there all morning?
~ I was, yes, working on some papers.

Miss Edwards can verify that.

She was in and out, attending
to various matters,

but there for the most part.

Yes, we couldn't run the
practice without Harriet.

And where were you, Dr Samuels?

Right here. I'd just finished an
hypnosis session with your aunt.

Hypnosis?

And what exactly was Betsy
Cohen being treated for?

Ahem.

I'm afraid I'm not at
liberty to discuss that.

All patients records are
strictly confidential.

I hope you understand, Miss Fisher.

We often deal with very
delicate feminine matters.

Lust. Betsy was consumed by lust.

It's the reason her husband left her.

And the reason those
two always argued.

Someone should let those
poor birds go free.

No, they wouldn't survive
out in the world, Jemima.

Just like us.

I'm sorry, I think I need
to go and be free now.

And Dr Samuels has encouraged
me to do it in my room.

How serious were these
arguments with Betsy?

I'm not sure, miss, but
she seems very upset.

My condolences, Jemima.

You were friends with
Betsy, weren't you?

Best friends.

She was kind to me...

.. like a mother would be.

Well, I've had my share of
disagreements with my mother.

Have you?

It's inevitable, isn't it,
when you care about someone?

Yes.

But I'm only tending to the happy
memories in my mind from now on.

Dr Samuels is helping
me, he's my salvation.

But you...

.. still do have to recognise
the unhappy ones, don't you?

No. No, not anymore.

If I do that, I start
to breathe too quickly

and feel faint and
pull out all my hair.

It's an old habit. We all have them.

And it's so hard to stop, isn't it?

Jemima?

You alright?

We were only talking.

I know, but... you've
all had a big shock.

And Dr Samuels would like everyone
to go to their rooms

and get changed for group reflection.

Aunt P, do you have any idea

who might have wanted
to harm Betsy Cohen?

Here, under my roof? Of course not.

Well, your guests do seem
a little unpredictable.

Oh, there was the Ming vase incident.

Some tiff about Betsy retiring early.

And Jemima tried to push
her down the stairs,

narrowly avoiding my Ming vase.

It was all most unladylike.

Unladylike? Aunt P, your
staircase is lethal.

Your mind always jumps to murder.

Have you noticed? It's
a very bad habit.

How long has Dr Samuels
been treating you?

A few weeks.

I'm sure I told you, he's
helping me with my insomnia.

I'm sure you haven't
told me. What insomnia?

It's gone now.

He gave me some very effective
tonic, some kind of herbal thing.

And what kind of treatment
was he using on Arthur?

I've no idea.

I was just relieved that he came back

in a calmer state than he left.

Now... if you'll excuse
me, I have to...

Aunt P.

~ There was sing-alongs.
~ Excuse me?

Top end of Collins Street, and all
they did was play the bloody piano.

Bit of a tune always
cheered Arthur up.

Remember his favourite?

♪ There's a long, long
trail a-winding... ♪

Music therapy.

Except ours was free.

And I bet that quack charged
Mrs Stanley like a wounded bull.

Not like any kind of
doctoring I've ever seen.

Our small appliances include
ten decorative lamps,

three types of crimping irons,
two sewing machines,

an electric iron, two electric jugs

an automated toaster and
an electrified bed-warmer.

But none of them are scorched
in any way, sir.

Thank you, Constable. We'll
be heading to the morgue.

Perhaps the victim's injuries will
help narrow down our search.

Good thinking, sir. I'll bring
the car round right away.

The new constable seems very
keen to impress, Inspector.

Any word from the old constable?

Not since the postcard
about the 20lb Murray cod.

Oh, he's improving.

Last word I had was
a 10lb golden perch.

Let Miss Fisher know I'll
meet her at the morgue.

Charred flesh. Very
distinctive odour.

Well, the electric
shock caused a spasm,

but all of her fingers
have been broken by force.

By whoever removed that appliance.

Have you met Dr Samuels before?

Our paths have crossed.

That's hardly a glowing endorsement.

Well, apparently he specialises in
the treatment of female hysteria.

Why would one of his patients think
we'd come to close them down?

Well, the director of
the medical association

has accused Samuels of some type
of inappropriate behaviour.

Have you any idea what
this appliance was?

I have a fast-developing theory.

Given what Dot's reported
on the victim's neurosis,

Dr Samuels' controversial reputation
and the victim's lack of underwear,

I'd say an electrical massager.

A what?

A... vibrating machine with
a range of applications...

.. to various, sometimes
delicate, parts of the body.

Oh.

Oh, that sort of electrical massager.

Oh. Do you know what
we're looking for?

Have you seen one before?

I was once ordered to raid
a brothel in Chinatown

that employed all manner
of... interesting devices.

Now that's a tale I haven't heard.

I confess I failed to understand
the point of most of them.

I have a friend who
can enlighten you.

It was during my cadetship.

The whole establishment
made a lasting impression.

Mr Freud would be terribly
interested in that.

I'm quite interested myself.

So, what exactly are
we looking for, sir?

We'll discuss that later, Constable.

It would certainly explain
the conspiracy of silence.

So, who is the current head
of the medical association?

Dr Wilbur Littleton.

Hayden Samuels was a former
colleague of mine,

but he was asked to leave
our medical rooms

when he was called before the
board some three weeks ago

to answer questions in
relation to malpractice.

On what grounds?

Well, we received a complaint
from a former patient

to do with his tonics

and the use of a certain device
called 'the percussor'

that he developed with
a younger colleague.

We understand Dr Samuels
specialises in women's ailments.

Wealthy women's ailments,
if you ask me.

Dr Samuels picks his targets.

Lost a few patients to his practice.

What about Betsy Cohen?

Some patients you can afford to lose.

Betsy Cohen was found
dead this morning.

How is Dr Samuels involved?

Our investigation is
confidential, Doctor,

~ but you've been most helpful...
~ No, no, wait, wait, please.

My daughter is a patient
of Dr Samuels.

~ Jemima Littleton?
~ Yes.

Yes, we've been, uh, estranged

since Jemima met Betsy
Cohen here by chance

and Betsy persuaded her
to consult with Samuels.

Oh, she's obsessed with Betsy.

In what way?

Well, she suffers from
a severe neurosis.

She... lost her mother
at a very young age,

and she tends to latch on to
other people as compensation.

Freud calls that
'transference', doesn't he?

It makes her vulnerable to influence.

And... volatile?

Are you suggesting that Jemima

had something to do with
Betsy Cohen's death?

We have to canvass all
possibilities, Doctor.

Oh, I'd worry about stopping
Hayden Samuels' madness

before you have another
victim on your hands.

Oh. It's only you.

I think you might be missing these.

Thank you.

The doctor probably hasn't
even noticed I'm gone.

Oh, I thought it would be
so different without Betsy.

But Dr Samuels seems to only
have eyes for Harriet now.

Oh, the heart is a fickle thing.

Hm.

Better hurry, miss,

eurhythmics dancing will be
over in a couple of minutes.

A lemon button fern, Dot. We're
looking for lemon button fern.

Ah-ha.

'Perkins Percussor.'

I think all our murder weapons
should be labelled.

What is it, miss?

Well... remember that time Ronaldo
the rodeo rider came to supper

and, um... you came to my rescue?

I thought he was doing
something awful to you.

But it was just... awfully nice.

Well...

.. this... does the same job,

but without the need
for a rodeo rider.

Eew.

Extremely useful.

Unless, of course,
it electrocutes you.

As the creator of this
device, Dr Perkins,

we thought you could take a look
and tell us why it would be faulty.

~ If I were to flick this switch...
~ No!

I think we have our answer.

Someone has deliberately tampered
with the wires here.

Who'd do that to my machine?

We thought you might, Dr Perkins.

You're the one who
hid it in the fernery.

I found it that way.

I rushed into Betsy's bedroom,
I could see that it had shorted,

I had no idea why.

I presumed it was some kind of
mechanical oversight on my part.

And you thought it would be alright
to break a dead woman's fingers

and remove a key piece of
evidence from a crime scene?

To avoid a possible
manslaughter charge?

Or worse. Jack, have
you had a look at this?

Betsy pledged a £20,000 donation
as a bequest from her estate.

You don't understand,

I wasn't hiding the percussor
to protect myself.

Who were you protecting then?

How would Betsy Cohen got
hold of the percussor?

I don't know. It was locked
away in my medicine cabinet.

I presume your secretary
has keys to that.

Yes, of course. And Dr Perkins
and myself. No-one else.

Did you recommend this
treatment to Betsy?

No... Yes, initially.

We'd stopped using it.

We developed it about a year
ago, but it was of limited use.

Symptomatic relief at best.

Dr Perkins said that you stopped
using it to avoid controversy.

Same controversy that had you up

in front of the medical
association board

and saw you evicted from your rooms.

Why did you tell my aunt
your lease had expired?

Because it's the truth.

Though it was orchestrated by Wilbur
Littleton and his cohorts.

They'd do anything to discredit me.

Why were they so worried about you?

Does it have anything
to do with these women?

Those files are confidential!

Some of them are so confidential...

.. they're empty.

Miss Broadford's file was
requested by her family...

.. for legal reasons.

You have no right. You have no
grounds to hold my client here.

I demand to see Inspector
Robinson immediately.

Mr Edwards.

Dr Samuels was just here
to answer some questions.

On suspicion of murder,
I've just been told.

You mentioned the word 'murder'?

Sir, I may have used the
word 'murder' in passing.

Seems there's been some
misunderstanding, Mr Edwards.

Miss Fisher. I hope so.

I would hate to have to
sue for wrongful arrest.

I'm sure it doesn't
have to come to that.

The last thing my reputation
needs is another court case.

It's best that I represent
you in this investigation

from here on, Dr Samuels.

Now if this questioning is over...

That's why Victoria Broadford's
file is missing, Jack.

Her death must be the subject
of some court case.

Possibly the complaint to
the medical board as well.

If there was a an inquest,
Mac could find out something.

The Victoria Broadford case.

The family believe that Mrs Broadford
was deliberately poisoned

by a homeopathic preparation.

Did the coroner commit
Dr Samuels to trial?

No. Failed to find grounds.

So far all Victoria Broadford
has in common with Betsy Cohen

is they both used the percussor.

Excuse me, sir, I've just
discovered something

which might be relevant
to our investigation.

Dr Samuels brought assault charges

against a member of the
Broadford family a month ago.

Go on.

Well, the charges were dropped

but the Broadford family
accused Dr Samuels

of hoodwinking Victoria Broadford
into changing her will.

How on earth did you find this out?

It's my thorough nature, Miss Fisher.

I requested a record check
of the name 'Broadford'

through all city stations.

Dot, I think we need to take a closer
look at Harriet Edwards' accounts.

There may be other women
who've done the same thing.

Why don't you and Constable Martin
cross-reference your notes first?

Good work, Constable. We'll
see you back at the station.

No, thank you, Miss Williams.

I'll give you copies of my notes,
but I won't be requiring yours.

You see, the inspector might
think that Miss Fisher

is invaluable to his investigation,

but I've never needed
a woman to do my job,

so why should I start now?

It's men like that that make the
rest of them look reasonable.

They're lovely birds, Miss Edwards.

They're a special gift. They're
devoted to each other.

That's a very romantic gesture.

Well... it's all accounted for.

Um, ingoings, outgoings, every
donation, including bequests,

and every expense down
to the last postage stamp.

I notice there are no regular
consultation fees in here.

Dr Samuels is a utopian.

He prefers to run the practice
solely on donations.

The women who can afford to give more

support the women who have less.

Except, luckily, most
of Dr Samuels' patients

are extremely wealthy.

Well, he's been in private
practice in Collins Street.

Of course only a certain calibre
of patient will visit him.

Who encourages the patients to
donate such... large amounts?

No-one.

They do it to show
their appreciation.

And where is all this money held?

At the bank, of course.

In a safety deposit box.

And it is safe. I have the only key.

Is there anything else
you'd like to know?

I see... Victoria Broadford
bequeathed her entire estate.

She was very grateful to Dr Samuels.

'Prudence Stanley - £1,000.'

Yes.

Why don't you ask your aunt
if she was talked into it?

I wish I'd never opened my doors.

What about this hypnosis
treatment you've been having?

What hypnosis?!

Dr Samuels said it was a
state of deep relaxation.

Well, whatever he calls it, are
you sure that you can remember

everything that you agreed
to in that state?

You might've left him
more than £1,000.

My personal finances
are my own business.

And I certainly don't need your
interrogation at a time like this.

I'm sorry, Aunt P.

All of this, on top of losing
Arthur, it's all too much.

This has got nothing
to do with Arthur.

Oh, I just wish people would
forget all about him.

~ No, please?!
~ You're coming with me!

Father, please, you don't understand.

~ No.
~ Jemima, I'm sorry.

It's all been arranged,
it's for your own good.

Calm down, Wilbur, let's discuss...

Logical interventions...

You fool! And I'll be damned
if I let you take her.

Dr Littleton, this is no
way to solve anything.

Jemima, get in the car.

You can't make me!

Dr Littleton, you have five seconds

to remove yourself from the property,

or I'll be forced to
charge you with assault.

Oh, go ahead, charge me.

I'll willingly face it for
the sake of my daughter.

Dolores...

If I can have your full
attention, gentlemen...

No, Dolores, not now.

Dolores, this isn't the time.

Dr Littleton, unless you
unhand Jemima this second,

I believe Dolores will strip herself
naked as the day she was born.

~ And what's more, I will join her.
~ Good God!

And so will I!

You're all... stark-raving mad!

This isn't the end of the story,
Samuels. I'll be back.

I should know better
than to underestimate

the power of the feminine.

Jemima came to see
me because her father

had consulted with a
gynaecologist of great repute...

.. who had recommended surgery.

But she's only a young woman.

Young or old, heaven knows
why anyone who think

surgically removing a healthy womb

would improve a woman's mental state.

Are any of the other women
facing the same choice?

Yes. All diagnosed
with female hysteria.

Betsy too?

Yes.

In her case, it amounted
to surgical castration.

Surely Aunt Prudence wasn't
facing a hysterectomy?

Miss Fisher, unless your aunt
acknowledges the source of her pain,

through hypnosis or any other
therapy you find acceptable,

she will never find peace.

Make sure you lock your
door tonight, Mrs Stanley.

A few dubious types on the loose.

Oh, this is a home not
a fortress, Albert.

People will just have
to learn to behave.

Can't be helping your peace of mind.

Still wandering the halls in your
night dress like the Lady in White.

I'll thank you not to
mention that to anyone.

And most especially not to my niece.

You were looking for scallop pies...

.. Arthur's favourite.

I was talking nonsense. It
was a bad dream, that's all.

And I don't want you
discussing my son.

You know... losing mates
in the war was bad enough...

.. but pretending they never
existed... that's plain wrong.

We all wearing comfortable shoes
for our nature walk, ladies?

Even though Dr Samuels rescues
these women from surgery,

he still ends up a very rich
man once they're dead.

True. But he may not be the
one benefiting from all this.

You suspect Harriet Edwards?

Donations, bequests, deposit
books are stuffed with cash,

and whoever can wheedle £1,000
donation out of my aunt

has a tongue of solid silk.

Harriet.

~ Oh, um...
~ Speak of the devil.

.. I won't be walking this
morning, Dr Perkins,

I'm not feeling at all well.

I wonder what's ailing Harriet?

~ Come on, ladies.
~ Oh. Oh.

What a glorious day.

Thank you, Mr Butler, that's perfect.

No trouble at all, miss. Something
I picked up in the Signals Corps.

'P...

.. A... T...

.. E-N...'

There's another letter.

'Patent.'

That's it. That's what
angered Harriet so much.

Dr Perkins must've been chasing
a patent for his percussor.

Your keys, Miss Edwards.

Red wax.

This key was hidden under
Dr Perkins' desk.

He took a wax mould and
made a copy for himself.

Some money has gone missing
from the safety deposit box.

I was trying to keep the rest safe.

I knew Dr Perkins wanted
to popularise his device,

but Dr Samuels disagreed.

So Dr Perkins was pursuing it alone.

And for that, he would need funds.

Dr Samuels was never convinced

of the percussor's therapeutic value,

but we're sitting on a goldmine.

With such different
views to Dr Samuels,

why didn't you just
leave the practice?

Well, how can I hang
my shingle out anywhere?

As a physician, I'm tarred
with the same brush.

I had to do something.

Given your commercial interest
in the percussor,

it makes perfect sense
for you to remove it

from the scene of the crime.

After you'd sabotaged it.

But why would I do that?

Why would I want to hurt Betsy Cohen?

Because patents don't come cheap.

And you had a way of accessing
the small fortune

that Betsy planned
to leave the practice.

By rights, some of that
money belonged to me.

But I knew nothing about
Betsy Cohen's bequest.

I swear.

The game's up, Samuels.

So you can pack your things, ladies.

This is so-called
health establishment

no longer operates under the auspices
of the medical association.

What do you mean, Dr Littleton?

Your lawyer can fill
in the finer points.

I have just come from an
extraordinary meeting of the board.

You've been struck off.

I congratulate you on
your doggedness, Wilbur.

Did you really think that
I would abandon my daughter

to your depraved ideologies?

I'll send a car round
for you this afternoon.

~ This is terrible.
~ It'll be alright, Harrie.

They cannot do this to you, Hayden.

You haven't had a chance
to defend yourself.

My God, what a dreadful mess.

I'm terribly sorry, ladies, but I
can no longer go on treating you.

No!

They were mine.

They were mine.

My darling birds.

Someone's wrung their necks.

Calm down, Harriet.

A moment of reflection
for your poor birds.

~ The wonders of nature.
~ I'm sorry, I can't become...

I have to tell you.

I can't keep it in, I'll
go mad, I have to tell you.

I have to tell you!

Listen, you are distressed.

Look into my eyes.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Good.

Everything will be alright.

Now...

.. I'll just mix you
a little something...

.. to settle you down.

Come quickly! It's Jemima!

Jemima!

Please... don't move.

Stay right where you
are, I'm coming up.

Leave me alone! You abandoned me.

I'm sorry.

Stay away or I swear I'll jump.

No. No, please, stay
right where you are.

Just say whatever you
can to keep her calm.

Jemima, I'll find a way
to go on treating you.

I promise.

Jemima.

People are always disappearing out
of your life, aren't they, Jemima?

Your mother... Betsy.

Betsy left me... just like Mama did.

I wasn't enough for
her. That's not true.

Somebody hurt Betsy.

She was taken away from you.
She didn't leave you on purpose.

~ I thought she wanted to die.
~ No!

I know something. Something terrible.

I promised Betsy to keep quiet,
but now it's all over.

~ And it's all my fault.
~ That's not true.

You're a young woman
with a mind of your own.

Your father is responsible for
closing this clinic, not you.

Not you.

Come back inside. Come on.

You're safe.

Harriet's the one who gave
Betsy the percussor.

But Betsy made her do it because
she knew things about her.

What sort of things?

I can't... I can't remember.

Keep breathing.

But Harriet seems so genuinely
devoted to Dr Samuels.

Betsy must've given her compelling
reasons to act so disloyally.

Where is Harriet?

Resting upstairs.

~ I'll go get Dr Samuels.
~ Wait, Dot.

This handkerchief was wrapped
around Dr Samuels' portrait.

~ How is she?
~ Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God.

~ Oh, my... my poor Harrie.
~ What did you do to her?!

~ What did you give her!
~ Mr Edwards, calm down.

It's poison, alright. Nux vomica.

The same poison involved in the
Victoria Broadford inquest.

Better known as strychnine.

It's a common ingredient
in homeopathic preparations,

but it's diluted over and over
again to totally harmless levels.

'Restorative tonic, special blend.'

The concentration in that
bottle, perfectly safe.

Well, that was the coroner's finding
in the Victoria Broadford case.

But someone added a lethal
concentration of nux vomica

to that medicine glass.

Harriet knew who Betsy's
murderer was.

Why else would she keep the other
half of this collar stud?

She was poisoned to keep her quiet.

Our options seem to be narrowing.

The key to it all could be
in Jemima Littleton's head.

Sounds like an impenetrable place.

She has trouble recalling trauma,
that's all, like most of us,

including my Aunt Prudence.

I wonder if hypnosis would help?

Allowing a prime suspect to help
us with a witness is a first...

~ .. even for you.
~ Shhh.

Now, Jemima...

.. I want you to think back to
what Betsy told you about Harriet.

She said she was shocked by Harriet.

By what exactly?

By what she was doing
in the bathroom.

Do you know what she
was doing, Jemima?

She was with a man.

Who was the man, Jemima?

Who was Harriet with?

Betsy wouldn't say.

She said I was too innocent
to understand.

But I'm so innocent.
And... I do bad things -

things I couldn't tell Betsy about.

But you can tell me.

Well, it was wrong.
I know it was wrong.

I watched them.

I looked through the keyhole
and I watched them.

And I couldn't look away.

I couldn't.

It was so depraved.

Let it drift away, Jemima.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Oh.

I'm sorry, I can't push
her any further today.

I know you need more.

On the contrary, Dr Samuels,

I think we have a much better
idea of who we're looking for.

Just need to make absolutely sure.

~ Excuse me, Mr Edwards?
~ Yes.

Found this is the driveway,
doesn't belong to the doctors.

Look familiar?

Oh, yes, I was looking
for that. Thank you.

You think I killed Betsy?

Harriet told you that Betsy
was blackmailing her,

and she'd arranged for Betsy
to have access to the percussor

the morning she died.

So you arrived early for your
appointment, unseen by anyone,

as you'd done on many other mornings.

And sabotaged the percussor after
Harriet left it for Betsy.

You can't prove that.

We found half of your collar
pin in Betsy's Cohen's bedroom

the morning she died.

Harriet found the rest of it.

And as she became more
suspicious of you,

she drew closer to Dr Samuels.

So you decided to retaliate

by taking away something that
your sister found precious...

.. your gift to her.

But when Harriet threatened to
tell Dr Samuels everything...

.. you decided to do something
more permanent about it.

You knew all about nux vomica
and how lethal it was

because it has been a key part
of the Victoria Broadford case.

Why would I kill my own sister?

To hide the truth.

Harriet was ready to tell
Dr Samuels everything.

Jemima Littleton had witnessed
what you were doing.

And you would take word of a woman

clinically diagnosed as
crazed and hysterical?

Jemima saw you with your sister...

.. three mornings ago in the
bathroom at my aunt's house.

Harriet was leaving you, wasn't she?

It was all Dr Samuels' fault.

As soon as she started
working for him,

she began to question everything.

She convinced herself that
what we were doing was wrong.

It was wrong.

Not to me!

Not to us!

I loved Harriet.

Harriet loved me.

And killing her?

You wouldn't understand.

If sh...

If she didn't wanna be with
me, I didn't have a choice.

Ah, Miss Williams, I was wondering
if you could help me with something?

Go ahead, Dot.

Why would you need the help
of a woman, Constable?

Um, because, uh, a woman's locked
herself in the police car

with no clothes on.

Dolores.

Switzerland is such a long way away.

But very forward-thinking.

And thanks to the generosity
of some of my patients,

I can always start again.

And Jemima?

Will be assisting me.

I cannot fail her,
like I failed Harriet.

It was not your fault.

She was crying out for help
and I misread the signs.

You weren't the only
one guilty of that.

But before you go, Dr
Samuels, please join us.

We have a surprise for Aunt
Prudence in the parlour.

Scallop pie?

Nothing wrong with celebrating
the people you miss.

Perhaps... just one.

On that dreadful...

.. dreadful day when
Arthur was laid to rest,

it was all I could pray for

that there would be scallop
pies in heaven.

Allow me to show you
to your seat, madam.

Come along, Doctor, we
need your dulcet tones.

We'd just like to say that this
song is for Arthur Stanley,

gone but never forgotten.

♪ Nights are growing very lonely

♪ Days are very long

♪ I'm a-growing weary only

♪ Listening for your song

♪ There's a long,
long trail a-winding

♪ Into the land of my dreams

♪ Where the nightingales are singing

♪ And a white moon beams

♪ There's a long, long
night of waiting

♪ Until my dreams all come true

♪ Till the day when I'll be going

♪ Down that long, long
trail with you. ♪

Thank you.

Poor Aunt Prudence.

It has indeed been a
long and winding trail.

Pity it took two murders
to prove it's not healthy

to bottle things up.

Which reminds me, you never did tell
all about the Chinese brothel.

I have trouble recalling trauma.

Jack Robinson, you promised me.

Do I have to put you on the
couch and psychoanalyse you?

Sounds inviting.

Perhaps another time in
a more intimate setting.

I'll hold you to that.

Fell, jumped or pushed?

'Property of Miss Phryne Fisher.'

Phryne, my dear!

~ He outsmarted you.
~ Alright, he outsmarted me.

~ Ahem.
~ Please don't mention this to Miss Fisher.

No-one is destroying anyone.

Full house.

I'm about to right a wrong - isn't
that what you're so fond of doing?