Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Episode #3.6 - full transcript
Please.
Where is it?
Where's the money?
Please.
Wait! Wait. Wait! (Screams)
(Body thuds)
♪ Theme music
What about...
.. this one?
~ That's the Luger.
~ Excellent. Which Luger?
The 1908 semi-automatic.
Which means?
Compared to the 1896 Mauser,
it has great accuracy.
Also, the Luger magazine
holds eight bullets
compared to ten in the Mauser.
That's very important information,
especially if someone's just
fired eight bullets at you.
~ Mr Butler...
~ (Doorbell rings)
.. I can't seem to find
the Mauser anywhere.
Didn't you take it to
Lakes Entrance, Miss?
~ So I did. Must still
be in the overnight bag.
~ (Front door opens)
~ Good morning, Mrs Stanley.
~ Good morning, Albert.
~ (Front door closes)
Good Lord!
Is it really necessary for
everyone in this household
to brandish a weapon?
Sorry, Mrs Stanley.
Is everything alright, Aunt Prudence?
Could we have a word... in private?
This is a very delicate matter.
I had to wrestle with my conscience
as to whether to tell you at all.
This telegram is addressed to me.
'Dearest Prudence, temporary
financial problems.
Need urgent loan.'
~ (Phone rings)
~ 'Any amount will help.
Your loving sister, Margaret.'
I made sure that Father
wired her money
before I put him on
the boat to England.
He'll be there in a couple of weeks.
This is obviously one
of Henry's antics.
Why wouldn't Mother telegram me?
To preserve your father's
dignity, no doubt.
She knows that horse has well
and truly bolted with me.
I beg your pardon, Miss. The
Inspector's on the telephone.
He needs your assistance
at a crime scene.
Let me get to the bottom
of this, Aunt P.
(Thank you.)
(Shudders)
(Streetcar bell rings)
Don't dawdle, Dot!
Jack.
Miss Fisher, Miss Williams.
Good morning, Miss Williams.
Constable Martin.
Fell, jumped or pushed?
Frank McNabb. He was the concierge.
Foreign cigarettes.
Looks like a knife wound.
~ Mm-hm?
~ Inflicted last night, perhaps,
in some sort of scuffle.
~ Do you know what floor he fell from?
~ Don't know yet.
We found this beside
the body. Constable?
Read the label, please.
'Property of Miss Phryne Fisher.'
The safe was robbed last night,
but nothing else seems
to have been taken.
There's nothing else
worth much in there.
Who has access to the keys?
Just myself and Frank...
the concierge.
You didn't open it?
We never open the safe at
night. It's house policy.
The blood on the floor
suggests your concierge
tried to fight off the robber.
The blood leads to...
Where do these stairs lead?
The rooftop.
So McNabb snatched the bag and
made a run for it upstairs.
In which case, the robber followed
McNabb to the rooftop,
took the contents of the bag
and shoved him over the edge.
The question remains, Miss Fisher
- why was a bag with your name on it
the only one robbed?
May I have a look at your
guest register, please?
(Woman laughs) Sshh!
Phryne, my dear!
What are you doing
at the Grand Hotel?
Well, I know it's not the most
salubrious of surroundings...
You're meant to be on a ship,
steaming around the Cape.
I missed the boat.
As it happens, you've caught
me at a bit of a bad time.
~ The lovely Edith here was...
~ It's Enid.
~ What?
~ It's Enid.
Yes. Was just servicing the room,
and I stupidly spilled
champagne on her dress.
It's all sorted now, Baron.
Does Mother know?
Well, I didn't want to trouble her.
You know she doesn't like
to fuss over minor details -
her nerves.
I'm sorry, Jack,
I don't think I can bring myself
to assist you with
this case after all.
How could he have missed that boat?
I saw him walk up the gangplank.
I watched the purser
check his ticket.
I should have stood guard on the dock
and waited for the
boat to clear the bay.
What's that smile?
~ He outsmarted you.
~ He did not outsmart me.
He behaved in a way that no reasonable
human being would behave.
Alright, he outsmarted me.
And I have to admit...
.. grudging admiration for that.
But given Fisher the elder
seems even more resourceful
and unpredictable than
Fisher the younger...
.. how can I investigate
this case without you?
(Door opens and shuts)
Alright, I'll assist.
But what?
But you need to understand that
my father is not as charming
and harmless as he appears to be.
Ah, Lord Fisher. Do you
mind taking a seat?
No airs and graces between us,
Jack. Please just call me Henry.
Now, what's all this about?
There was a murder last night.
~ A murder?
~ A concierge.
Frank McNabb. Did you know him?
A little. Seemed a
nice enough fellow.
It appears he was killed
as a result of a robbery.
A robbery, you say?
Yes. Remember that bag you pilfered
from my house when you left?
Borrowed, darling. 'Pilfered'
is such an ugly word.
~ It was stolen from the safe.
~ Along with my Mauser pistol.
God knows why you need a gun.
What else was in the bag?
A few items of clothing - shirts,
collars, extra socks.
I hardly think anyone would go out
of their way to steal your socks.
What about the money you were
supposed to wire back to Mother?
I had to keep some back,
enough to see me through.
~ How much?
~ I can't recall exactly.
I don't believe you.
Things must be dire when a daughter
can't believe her own father.
~ Things are dire!
~ Thank you, Lord Fisher.
We'll defer the rest
of our questioning
until we complete the
examination of our crime scene.
You wanted me back in the fray,
Jack. I haven't finished with him!
Uh, let's call an intermission, hm?
Uh, sorry, sir, you have to stand
back. It's police business.
Carmody sent me to
fix the telephones.
The telephones? What's
wrong with them?
I can come back another
time if it's inconvenient.
Not again! No, we need them working.
Business is bad enough. (Sighs)
The master-switch box
is in the cellar.
Enid... any tips from Room 23?
Might be the last offering
from the mother country
after his run of luck last night.
I know we got off on the
wrong foot, Miss Williams,
but I understand that this
position is temporary
and Constable Collins
will be back in no time.
Any day now, I'd say.
Well, I thought, in the meanwhile,
maybe you could teach
me a few things.
Teach you? I still
have a lot to learn.
Not as much as me, I think.
Why run to the rooftop where
there's no means of escape?
He had a knife-wielding
robber right behind him.
Not everyone's cool under fire.
And then the robber pushed
McNabb over the side.
Along with your bag.
But why didn't the thief take
the bag along with the contents?
Unless...
.. McNabb knew there
was another way down.
I wonder where this ends up.
~ Miss Fisher!
~ Whee!
(Thud)
~ (Knocking)
~ Jack! Is that you?
No need for formalities.
I think we can safely assume
the contents of that bag
are far more interesting
than an old man's socks.
The laundry?
Did you see anyone lurking around?
~ Not last night.
~ Where were you?
I'm a suspect now, am I?
If you wouldn't mind answering
the question, Mrs Cobb.
I was in the Twilight Room.
Every evening, we have
the Twilight Waltz.
Not like that! Put the
big one at the bottom.
Look, we're all very
sorry about poor Frank,
but I have got a hotel to run.
We can just as easily talk
down at the station.
Now how's that going to look, being
marched out in front of my guests?
The Grand does have a
reputation to uphold.
I'm sure we all know that the Grand
is not quite as grand
as it used to be.
I understand it was the subject
of a number of police raids.
Misunderstandings, all of them.
Well, let's not have any
more misunderstandings.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
I'm about to serve lunch
in the Twilight Room.
Between that and the front desk,
I don't have time to talk.
You may have noticed
I'm short-handed.
I'm sure that my assistant could mind
the front counter for you, Mrs Cobb.
Of course, Miss.
And we can wait for
you to serve lunch.
Make a note of all the
guests' names, Dot.
Yes, Miss.
I'd be happy to assist
you, Miss Williams.
Alright, I suppose
that would be quicker.
Now...
Can you read them out
to me, please, quietly?
Miss L Knight...
I wonder if the Twilight Waltz was
ever a respectable proposition.
It was the height of fashion before
the war, completely above board,
despite my father's patronage.
This was where he wooed my mother.
He claimed he had tickets,
but all he really had
was a vague connection to
the brother of the doorman,
who escorted them through
the kitchen each night
when the maitre d' wasn't looking.
Mother should have known
that that spelled trouble.
Obvious but inherited
powers of persuasion.
Mother blamed it all on his dancing -
claimed that one whirl in his arms
forced all reason from her head.
A good waltz can do that.
I never believed her.
We'll have to make this quick.
Clearly, whoever robbed this
place knew their way around.
They also knew Lord Fisher's
bag was in the safe.
Which suggests a member of staff.
Can you tell us which staff were
working at the time of the robbery?
Frank was on the front desk, I
was sweeping up after the dance
and one of the maids
was still clocked on.
Not Enid, by any chance?
Enid.
What time did you finish
work last night?
It would have been 11 or 12.
Which was it?
The dance finished at 11.
~ You were working in the Twilight Room?
~ Well, I...
That's a lovely necklace,
a very expensive one.
I wouldn't know.
Was it a present?
Did your work take you to
my father's room last night?
It's not like that.
Then tell us how it is.
I'm fond of Henry. He's had
a lot of trouble in his life,
and he doesn't have anyone
else, he's here all alone.
So you went to his room?
He...
He was upset last night, he just
needed a shoulder to cry on.
What was he upset about?
He said he'd lost money
in a game of cards,
and he was down to his last £10.
Father!
(Knocking)
He said something about
going to the races today.
Mrs Cobb gave him one of her tips.
Thank you, Enid. We won't
keep you any further.
I like the nags because
I grew up in the country.
What about cards?
Wouldn't know a king from a queen.
And if the guests decide to gamble,
it's not the fault of the hotel.
Which guests were gambling?
~ I really can't say.
~ Can't or won't?
Memory fails me. Why don't
you ask your father?
Now, am I done? Can I get
back to running my hotel?
For now. Thank you, Mrs Cobb.
Miss, I finished that...
thing you told me to do.
Excellent, Dot.
~ Here, Dorothy.
~ Thank you.
Neville was kind enough
to give me a hand.
Here's the guest list
for the last week.
I think we found something useful
in the back of the ledger too.
It looks like some sort of code.
Pertaining to illegal card games.
And the latest one was last night.
It seems Mrs Cobb at least knows
her clubs from her spades.
Stay here, Dot. Keep an eye on her.
As soon as she leaves her
office, take a look around.
But what about this Karol woman?
I'm not sure that Karol is a woman.
Karol with a K is a Polish name
that would go with the surname...
.. Valenski, staying in room...
~ Nothing happened!
~ You think you can outsmart me!
Leave him alone!
And you! Betray me, huh?!
Alright, break it up! Break it up!
HENRY: No, wait, stop!
Karol Valenski, I presume.
I'm sure you had your reasons for
trying to throttle Henry Fisher.
Lord knows, I understand the urge.
What was the subject
of the altercation?
I don't like his taste in clothes.
And apart from his sartorial shortcomings...
(Speaks Polish)
Gambling on card games is illegal.
Compliments on your poker face.
My face is like this all the time.
Shall I tell you what I think
you were doing last night?
I think you were playing
poker with my father.
I'd say you won...
.. and he refused to pay.
I'm not interested in gambling
charges, Mr Valenski.
All I want is the truth.
He lost.
Said he would pay me when
they opened the safe
first thing in the morning.
Only this morning, there is no money.
It has been stolen.
Now, who do you suppose did that?
The only reason I lost
at all was because
the old biddy who runs the hotel
brought in a professional gambler -
a ringer, the Americans call them.
Karol Valenski?
In his heyday, he was known in
all the great casinos in Europe.
Now, he's reduced to cheating.
It's true.
Every time I had a strong
hand, he folded.
You must be able to charge
him with cheating, Jack.
What happened to the gun that
was in Miss Fisher's bag?
Am I under interrogation?
Am I suspected of a crime?
Tell me that bag didn't
contain the entire £10,000
you were meant to
wire back to Mother.
No, not the entire amount.
I did have my expenses.
Karol Valenski claims
you had no intention
of paying him the money you owed.
You don't think I intended
to do a flit,
steal my own money from the safe
and disappear into the night?
You think I'd kill a man to
avoid paying a gambling debt?
You suspect your own
father of murder?
It may not be the first time.
I haven't thought
about this in years,
but I haven't forgotten it either.
It was during the war.
I was woken in the middle
of the night by voices.
When I went downstairs,
I could hear my father...
.. with a visitor.
My father was arguing with him.
I couldn't hear everything
they were saying.
The morning newspapers reported
an unidentified man had been
dragged from the River Thames,
strangled before his body was
dumped in the early hours.
How do you know it was the
man your father argued with?
The newspapers described the
heavy coat he was wearing.
Have you ever spoken to him about it?
I've accused my father of
a lot of things, Jack...
.. but not murder.
What is it we're looking for?
Whatever it is Miss Fisher
thinks she's trying to hide.
Keep a look out.
A locked drawer's a good start.
Will you be able to break it open?
There's always a way.
Very clever.
~ MRS COBB: I'll be in my office.
~ Look out, she's coming.
(Clears throat)
Sorry, Mrs Cobb. You know how it is.
Please don't mention
this to Miss Fisher.
Go on, off you go.
~ Thank you.
~ Thank you, ma'am.
Don't you know I'm engaged?
I'm sorry, Miss Williams. I really
didn't think of what else to do.
If my Hugh found out,
he'd knock you sideways.
I'm sorry. I really am.
At least she believed us, I think.
Let's see what's in the cigar box.
You know, I'm sure that
Miss Fisher, at times,
has to resort to some
extreme measures
for the sake of her investigation.
That's true.
But I'm not Miss Fisher, and
I don't want it to happen again.
Of course.
Empty. (Sighs)
I'd like you to send an inquiry
to Scotland Yard, please.
Yes, sir. It's an old
homicide case from 1916.
I'd like to know if they
have a physical description
of the deceased.
~ Yes, sir.
~ Thank you.
And sir?
I've discovered more evidence
to do with the Grand Hotel.
Where did you get these?
Mrs Cobb's office drawer, sir.
I believe that they reveal another
suspect for the murder.
I wanted to be sure
before I spoke to you.
So, was it your idea
to conduct this search?
I admit, Miss Williams
suggested it, sir.
You had no warrant, Constable. This
evidence is inadmissible in court.
But Miss Fisher...
Is not a member of the
Victoria Police Force.
Her methods have a certain
latitude we cannot match.
Your methods must be
absolutely scrupulous.
~ Do you understand?
~ Yes, sir.
Now, Miss Williams
is a morally upright
and intelligent young woman.
I've noticed that too, sir.
She's pretty, as well.
So you must return those documents
to Miss Williams immediately
to do whatever her
conscience dictates.
Of course, sir.
So you kept these from me
to impress the inspector and further
your prospects on the force?
From my experience of ambitious
young police officers,
I can tell you that's
a very slippery slope.
And there are more important
things to life.
I'm sorry it led me
to behave so badly.
Well, at least you had
the courage to come clean,
and I admire that, Constable.
Thank you.
I should head back
to the station, then.
Would you like some
biscuits to take back?
~ Um...
~ For the inspector too?
That would be lovely.
Thank you, Miss Williams.
Your poor, poor mother.
I told her all those years ago
he'd bring her nothing but misery.
This time he'll ruin her. I know it.
I won't let that happen, Aunt P.
What are your chances of
retrieving the stolen £10,000?
Fair to middling.
Father is of no help at all, in fact,
more of a deliberate hindrance.
I've had to entertain
the possibility that...
.. he might have organised
the robbery himself.
~ You think he killed a man?
~ I'm not sure what to think.
Sorry to interrupt, but Constable
Martin and I found something
in Hilda Cobb's office
that might be of interest.
They're love letters to Mrs Cobb
from Frank McNabb, the concierge.
So, our young concierge had
an eye for the older ladies?
Yes, Miss, but I don't
think it ended well.
It seldom does with
unsuitable matches.
'It's true our little scheme's
a good earner...'
Gambling, no doubt.
'.. but I can no longer love
you in the way that you desire.'
This letter was dated two days ago,
just before McNabb was murdered.
The Grand Hotel's having
another dance tonight, Miss,
if you need to look around.
Not the Twilight Waltz?
♪ Dancehall music
Oh, how the mighty have fallen!
I didn't know you'd been here before.
A lifetime ago.
I was here the night your father
proposed to your mother.
Unfortunately, I arrived too late.
Keep Mrs Cobb busy for me, Dot,
while I investigate the less
public face of the Grand.
I'm sure Father will make
an appearance very soon.
Good evening.
A bit late for snooping, isn't it?
I haven't come for that.
I was hoping to brush up on
my dancing before the wedding,
for the bridal waltz.
I noticed the ring on your finger.
That's why you two couldn't keep
your hands off each other.
Oh, no. That wasn't my...
There is no need to explain.
I have felt the pitter-patter of
the heart myself once or twice.
Alright - arms shoulder
height, and graceful.
I'll take the gentleman's
part. And...
.. step, 2, 3.
1, 2, 3. Step, 2, 3, 1.
So, has there been anyone
else special in your life
since your husband, Mrs Cobb?
My last fellow worked
here at the hotel,
but I had to give him
his marching orders.
You sacked him? Why?
Because he told me that
I was too old for him.
I thought it didn't matter.
I loved him, and I
thought he loved me.
I couldn't have him under
my nose after that.
I had to put an end to things.
Now I'll never see him again.
(Door opens)
Sorry, madam. Just checking
the phone wires.
Nothing in this hotel's
where it ought to be.
You don't happen to know what's on
the other side of this wall, do you?
Angels and ministers
of grace defend us.
Henry?
(Sighs)
Care to dance, Prudence?
No, thank you.
I'm already skating on the edge of
social ruin simply by being here.
I'm here to make you
a business proposition.
Then propose away.
I will give you as
much money as it takes
to make you disappear in a puff of
smoke and leave my sister alone.
Disappear?
You really expect me to agree
to such an outrageous request?
Not once have you been a dutiful
husband or a responsible father.
You and your drinking and your
flights of fancy and dark moods.
You were always trying to
take Margaret away from me
because you couldn't bear for
her to have a passionate life.
What happened to your
passion, Prudence!
Don't you dare speak to me like that!
Don't you dare try to bribe
me to leave my wife!
Mrs Stanley?
Tell Phryne I'll make
my own way home.
I can't stay a moment
longer in this hovel.
(Cracks knuckles)
McNabb set himself up in there.
He could see the opponents' cards
and signal to Karol Valenski
using Morse code.
The wire leads underneath
the floorboards to this.
If Valenski put his foot on the panel,
he could feel the Morse code.
~ Ingenious.
~ Hilda must have known,
and the house must have taken
a cut of the winnings.
Cheating? No! I'm sure it
was just a friendly game.
Not so friendly for the loser.
Frank McNabb cooked this
up with Karol Valenski.
Were you in on it or not?
We know he jilted you.
Is that why you pushed
him off the roof?
I loved him. I told
your assistant that.
Nevertheless, you sacked him.
Perhaps he took it upon himself
to rob that safe on his way out.
Or he was in cahoots with Valenski,
and Valenski double-crossed him.
Well, if that's the case,
then I've been played for an
even bigger fool than I thought.
I knew it wasn't right. I knew.
But Frank said it was a sure-fire
way to keep the hotel going.
This old place is all I've got.
Are you going to charge
me for the gambling?
Not tonight.
We'll look at other charges
once this murder is solved.
DOT: (It's indistinct.)
Any news from Hugh?
No, but I'm working on
getting him a promotion.
Well, if I were you, I'd
work a little faster.
Constable, let's go.
Any chance of talking Karol
Valenski into one last game?
Are you joking?
No, Mr Valenski.
If I were, you would be laughing.
I don't play cards with women.
That's a pity.
My money's as good as any man's.
(Speaks Polish)
And your preferred game is...?
To tell you the truth, I find
all card games tiresome,
but my father did teach me
all the variations of poker.
So perhaps... seven-card stud?
If you don't mind, I'd
like to inspect the cards.
That all seems to be in order.
But I do feel a draught.
That's better.
Please apologise to
your friend for me
if he was hoping to watch the
card game from the other room.
Shall we play?
Henry.
Going somewhere?
I was just writing you a note.
I hope I haven't upset you, my dear.
I've grown very fond of you,
but I'm a difficult position.
I know you're spoken for, and...
.. I'm sure I'll get
over you eventually,
but I've decided to go
back home to Beechworth.
Well, you need a good send-off.
And tonight... we're in luck.
I know a place on Little Lonsdale
that serves sly grog all night.
Let's have one last hurrah.
You're a devil. I just
need to finish packing.
Wait downstairs?
Milady.
My Lord.
(Sighs with satisfaction)
I call.
Three jacks.
(Clears throat)
Shall we keep playing?
I, um...
.. I seem to be low on funds.
But you hold an IOU
signed by my father.
Yes, I do.
Flush.
Full house.
Beginner's luck, I suppose.
Your father is a coward!
What sort of a man lets his daughter
fight his battles for him?
Now, just a moment...
Don't think this is
the end of the matter.
What matter would that be?
You know where that money is.
Tell me who has it, or I will
take everything you have
and destroy you.
Have you finished?
(Cocks pistol)
No-one is destroying anyone.
Now, I'm going out for a
drink with my lady friend,
and you are going to crawl back
under whatever rock you came from.
Agreed?
She is not your lady friend.
The next time I see you,
I too will be armed.
Tomasz.
(A man and woman argue)
Just stay here, Dot.
MAN: Give me that case!
Get off me!
Stop!
(Metallic swipe)
Did you see who it was?
No, it was too dark.
Karol Valenski?
He didn't sound Polish.
But I have a fair idea
what he was after.
You think Enid robbed the safe?
She would've known
your father had money.
If Enid was our robber, she would
have taken off that night.
I think there's another possibility.
The robber caught up with
McNabb on the rooftop,
shoved him over the edge, but
perhaps they didn't realise
the money had already been dropped
down the laundry chute.
The money would have sat in
the trolley in the laundry.
Until Enid came along.
Then I presume she hid
the money somewhere
until she made her escape tonight.
So, if Enid had the money...
Our robber must have found
out and gone after her.
Whoever he is, he must have
something to do with my father.
Why?
He dropped this.
Where is he? Where's my father?
Those are his bags.
He steamed off in a lather
about Enid being killed.
He went off with two blokes in a cab,
and I bloody well hope he's gone
to do the honourable thing.
What? Where were they going?
The Botanic Gardens, pistols at dawn.
What the hell's he playing at now?
Listen, Baron, mate, no disrespect,
but I'm not sure this is
the best idea you've had.
~ We should just call Miss Fisher.
~ No.
That bastard challenged me to a duel,
and he killed an innocent
young woman.
~ He denied it.
~ He's a liar.
That bloke looks like
he knows how to shoot.
Have your second prepare the weapon.
Bloody hell! Looks like
you're the second.
Half my bloody luck.
Ten paces...
.. then we take our shots.
Henry, I really reckon
this isn't a good idea.
Silence, Albert. I'll be fine.
If I'm not, tell Phryne
I'm sorry for everything -
the whole sad, sorry lot of it.
TOMASZ: Ready?
TOMASZ AND ALBERT: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9.
(Gunshot)
You idiot!
I don't think you're quite aware
you're dealing with a man of honour,
Baron Henry George Fisher...
.. of Richmond-upon-Thames.
Father, stop! What are you doing?!
I'm about to right a wrong.
Isn't that what you're
so fond of doing?
Karol Valenski didn't kill Enid.
I've seen and heard enough to know
that all Valenski's guilty of
is cheating at cards, but
I've won back your losses.
Now, if you would please
put down my pistol.
We need to find the real killer,
and you happen to be the
only person who can help.
Who did you see?
He had an English accent
and your stolen passport.
Valenski!
It's your lucky day.
(Gunshot)
Whoever robbed that safe knew your
bag contained close to £10,000.
~ Who did you tell?
~ No-one.
~ Enid?
~ No.
And I won't hear a word
said against Enid.
That dear girl was very kind to me.
~ What about Hilda Cobb?
~ Who?
Someone knew the money was there.
No other bag was touched.
I've told you both, I've
no idea who it is.
This man was English. Is it someone
you met on the voyage out here?
Did you... confide in someone
or cross swords with them?
Someone's after you, aren't they?
You're afraid.
(Phone rings)
(Cracks knuckles)
I'm sorry, Constable Martin,
if I've done anything to give
you the wrong idea, but...
Call me Neville, please.
I know you're engaged, but
you're not married yet,
and this fellow's gone
off and left you, and...
.. and I can't help how I feel.
You're like a flower, and when
I held you in my arms...
I think you'd better stop
right there, Constable.
Please tell me there's a chance.
Please?
I can't.
Whatever Hugh does and
whenever he comes back -
even if he doesn't - my
heart remains true to his.
That's just how it is.
I understand... Dorothy.
Neville? (Screams)
Two people are dead and he
still won't tell us the truth.
There's something I
think you should see.
Sent from Scotland Yard.
It's a description of the man
you thought your father killed.
'Short - just over 5ft'.
'Fair-haired'? This is not
the man I saw with my father.
He was tall and heavily built.
He was pacing up and down.
(Cracks knuckles)
Jack...
.. he's been here all along.
The man who came to
fix the telephones,
~ he was cracking his knuckles.
~ (Cracks knuckles)
It's him. He's the man
who's after my father.
Excuse me, sir, Our Lord
Fisher's disappeared.
~ What?
~ And, sir, I'd like to request
an immediate transfer
back to Wangaratta.
~ Sorry to leave you one man down...
~ When exactly did he disappear?
(Phone rings)
City South Police.
Inspector Robinson.
Prudence Stanley here.
Could I speak to my niece, please?
It's your aunt.
~ Aunt Prudence?
~ 'Phryne?'
I was wondering if you were planning
to return for lunch today.
I've decided to stay
because Mr Butler is
making shepherd's pie
and you know how much I love it.
Tell Mr Butler to set an extra
place. I'll be there immediately.
Yes, I will. Goodbye.
Jack, something's wrong. Aunt
Prudence hates shepherd's pie.
I'm home!
Dot?
Aunt Prudence?
Mr Butler?
Place your pistol on the floor.
Now!
Everything your father has,
everything you have...
.. belongs to me.
Open your safe.
I've already taken
the money to the bank.
It's being wired to
England as we speak.
Then I shall have to take whatever
valuables you have at hand,
and then more.
I remember you.
You came to Norfolk
House during the war.
What grudge do you hold
against my father?
Your father is a
dishonourable, deceitful man.
We had an agreement,
and he betrayed me.
How? Does he owe you money?
More than that. More than
you could ever imagine.
What? Tell me before
I open this safe.
How dare you barter with me? Open it!
You could have waited
a moment longer.
Miss Fisher, you'd better
telephone for an ambulance,
and tell them to hurry.
Would you like me to stay?
I need to have a word with him alone.
Baron.
Jack.
We caught the man who killed
Frank McNabb and Enid.
Who is he?
He wasn't carrying
any identification.
Who does he say he is?
He's not saying much at all,
given that he's unconscious
and may not survive.
He's at the Royal Melbourne
Hospital under police guard.
It's the same man I saw you arguing
with during the war, isn't he?
In Norfolk House, in 1916.
I don't know who you think
you saw so long ago.
Please, for once in your life,
will you tell me the truth?!
Yes, it could be him.
But he was crazy, shell-shocked.
Turned up out of the blue
and claimed I owed him money
from a card game.
~ And did you?
~ Perhaps.
There are times I can't recall
with perfect clarity.
In any case, I could
afford to help him,
so I gave him a pot of money and
I thought that'd be the end of it.
Clearly, it wasn't, since he followed
you all the way to Australia.
Well, my dear girl, he
can't harm anyone now.
I think it's high time
you sailed back to Mother.
I've rebooked your passage
for early next month.
Cec and Bert will be taking you
to a guest house in Lilydale.
The cab's waiting outside.
Even you can't get yourself
into trouble in Lilydale.
So, did your father shed any
light on our killer's identity?
Of course not.
Another secret in his secret life.
♪ Dancehall music ♪ Care
for a waltz, Miss Fisher?
Are you sure you wanna to risk it?
What's the risk?
Well, I have waltzed with the best -
French presidents, English
princes, American film stars.
The waltz is a very serious dance.
And I'm a serious man.
My mother lost all reason
when she was waltzed.
Well, if she hadn't,
this would be a world without
a certain Phryne Fisher in it,
and what kind of world would that be?
I'm afraid Belinda
Rosewall's been murdered.
It's a Sydney funnel web,
which explains a lot.
What's that over there?
(Shrieks)
I never knew you were so
passionate about tennis.
I have many passions, Jack.
What have I just agreed to?
You're now a special constable
of the Victoria Police Force.
Guard!
Where is it?
Where's the money?
Please.
Wait! Wait. Wait! (Screams)
(Body thuds)
♪ Theme music
What about...
.. this one?
~ That's the Luger.
~ Excellent. Which Luger?
The 1908 semi-automatic.
Which means?
Compared to the 1896 Mauser,
it has great accuracy.
Also, the Luger magazine
holds eight bullets
compared to ten in the Mauser.
That's very important information,
especially if someone's just
fired eight bullets at you.
~ Mr Butler...
~ (Doorbell rings)
.. I can't seem to find
the Mauser anywhere.
Didn't you take it to
Lakes Entrance, Miss?
~ So I did. Must still
be in the overnight bag.
~ (Front door opens)
~ Good morning, Mrs Stanley.
~ Good morning, Albert.
~ (Front door closes)
Good Lord!
Is it really necessary for
everyone in this household
to brandish a weapon?
Sorry, Mrs Stanley.
Is everything alright, Aunt Prudence?
Could we have a word... in private?
This is a very delicate matter.
I had to wrestle with my conscience
as to whether to tell you at all.
This telegram is addressed to me.
'Dearest Prudence, temporary
financial problems.
Need urgent loan.'
~ (Phone rings)
~ 'Any amount will help.
Your loving sister, Margaret.'
I made sure that Father
wired her money
before I put him on
the boat to England.
He'll be there in a couple of weeks.
This is obviously one
of Henry's antics.
Why wouldn't Mother telegram me?
To preserve your father's
dignity, no doubt.
She knows that horse has well
and truly bolted with me.
I beg your pardon, Miss. The
Inspector's on the telephone.
He needs your assistance
at a crime scene.
Let me get to the bottom
of this, Aunt P.
(Thank you.)
(Shudders)
(Streetcar bell rings)
Don't dawdle, Dot!
Jack.
Miss Fisher, Miss Williams.
Good morning, Miss Williams.
Constable Martin.
Fell, jumped or pushed?
Frank McNabb. He was the concierge.
Foreign cigarettes.
Looks like a knife wound.
~ Mm-hm?
~ Inflicted last night, perhaps,
in some sort of scuffle.
~ Do you know what floor he fell from?
~ Don't know yet.
We found this beside
the body. Constable?
Read the label, please.
'Property of Miss Phryne Fisher.'
The safe was robbed last night,
but nothing else seems
to have been taken.
There's nothing else
worth much in there.
Who has access to the keys?
Just myself and Frank...
the concierge.
You didn't open it?
We never open the safe at
night. It's house policy.
The blood on the floor
suggests your concierge
tried to fight off the robber.
The blood leads to...
Where do these stairs lead?
The rooftop.
So McNabb snatched the bag and
made a run for it upstairs.
In which case, the robber followed
McNabb to the rooftop,
took the contents of the bag
and shoved him over the edge.
The question remains, Miss Fisher
- why was a bag with your name on it
the only one robbed?
May I have a look at your
guest register, please?
(Woman laughs) Sshh!
Phryne, my dear!
What are you doing
at the Grand Hotel?
Well, I know it's not the most
salubrious of surroundings...
You're meant to be on a ship,
steaming around the Cape.
I missed the boat.
As it happens, you've caught
me at a bit of a bad time.
~ The lovely Edith here was...
~ It's Enid.
~ What?
~ It's Enid.
Yes. Was just servicing the room,
and I stupidly spilled
champagne on her dress.
It's all sorted now, Baron.
Does Mother know?
Well, I didn't want to trouble her.
You know she doesn't like
to fuss over minor details -
her nerves.
I'm sorry, Jack,
I don't think I can bring myself
to assist you with
this case after all.
How could he have missed that boat?
I saw him walk up the gangplank.
I watched the purser
check his ticket.
I should have stood guard on the dock
and waited for the
boat to clear the bay.
What's that smile?
~ He outsmarted you.
~ He did not outsmart me.
He behaved in a way that no reasonable
human being would behave.
Alright, he outsmarted me.
And I have to admit...
.. grudging admiration for that.
But given Fisher the elder
seems even more resourceful
and unpredictable than
Fisher the younger...
.. how can I investigate
this case without you?
(Door opens and shuts)
Alright, I'll assist.
But what?
But you need to understand that
my father is not as charming
and harmless as he appears to be.
Ah, Lord Fisher. Do you
mind taking a seat?
No airs and graces between us,
Jack. Please just call me Henry.
Now, what's all this about?
There was a murder last night.
~ A murder?
~ A concierge.
Frank McNabb. Did you know him?
A little. Seemed a
nice enough fellow.
It appears he was killed
as a result of a robbery.
A robbery, you say?
Yes. Remember that bag you pilfered
from my house when you left?
Borrowed, darling. 'Pilfered'
is such an ugly word.
~ It was stolen from the safe.
~ Along with my Mauser pistol.
God knows why you need a gun.
What else was in the bag?
A few items of clothing - shirts,
collars, extra socks.
I hardly think anyone would go out
of their way to steal your socks.
What about the money you were
supposed to wire back to Mother?
I had to keep some back,
enough to see me through.
~ How much?
~ I can't recall exactly.
I don't believe you.
Things must be dire when a daughter
can't believe her own father.
~ Things are dire!
~ Thank you, Lord Fisher.
We'll defer the rest
of our questioning
until we complete the
examination of our crime scene.
You wanted me back in the fray,
Jack. I haven't finished with him!
Uh, let's call an intermission, hm?
Uh, sorry, sir, you have to stand
back. It's police business.
Carmody sent me to
fix the telephones.
The telephones? What's
wrong with them?
I can come back another
time if it's inconvenient.
Not again! No, we need them working.
Business is bad enough. (Sighs)
The master-switch box
is in the cellar.
Enid... any tips from Room 23?
Might be the last offering
from the mother country
after his run of luck last night.
I know we got off on the
wrong foot, Miss Williams,
but I understand that this
position is temporary
and Constable Collins
will be back in no time.
Any day now, I'd say.
Well, I thought, in the meanwhile,
maybe you could teach
me a few things.
Teach you? I still
have a lot to learn.
Not as much as me, I think.
Why run to the rooftop where
there's no means of escape?
He had a knife-wielding
robber right behind him.
Not everyone's cool under fire.
And then the robber pushed
McNabb over the side.
Along with your bag.
But why didn't the thief take
the bag along with the contents?
Unless...
.. McNabb knew there
was another way down.
I wonder where this ends up.
~ Miss Fisher!
~ Whee!
(Thud)
~ (Knocking)
~ Jack! Is that you?
No need for formalities.
I think we can safely assume
the contents of that bag
are far more interesting
than an old man's socks.
The laundry?
Did you see anyone lurking around?
~ Not last night.
~ Where were you?
I'm a suspect now, am I?
If you wouldn't mind answering
the question, Mrs Cobb.
I was in the Twilight Room.
Every evening, we have
the Twilight Waltz.
Not like that! Put the
big one at the bottom.
Look, we're all very
sorry about poor Frank,
but I have got a hotel to run.
We can just as easily talk
down at the station.
Now how's that going to look, being
marched out in front of my guests?
The Grand does have a
reputation to uphold.
I'm sure we all know that the Grand
is not quite as grand
as it used to be.
I understand it was the subject
of a number of police raids.
Misunderstandings, all of them.
Well, let's not have any
more misunderstandings.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
I'm about to serve lunch
in the Twilight Room.
Between that and the front desk,
I don't have time to talk.
You may have noticed
I'm short-handed.
I'm sure that my assistant could mind
the front counter for you, Mrs Cobb.
Of course, Miss.
And we can wait for
you to serve lunch.
Make a note of all the
guests' names, Dot.
Yes, Miss.
I'd be happy to assist
you, Miss Williams.
Alright, I suppose
that would be quicker.
Now...
Can you read them out
to me, please, quietly?
Miss L Knight...
I wonder if the Twilight Waltz was
ever a respectable proposition.
It was the height of fashion before
the war, completely above board,
despite my father's patronage.
This was where he wooed my mother.
He claimed he had tickets,
but all he really had
was a vague connection to
the brother of the doorman,
who escorted them through
the kitchen each night
when the maitre d' wasn't looking.
Mother should have known
that that spelled trouble.
Obvious but inherited
powers of persuasion.
Mother blamed it all on his dancing -
claimed that one whirl in his arms
forced all reason from her head.
A good waltz can do that.
I never believed her.
We'll have to make this quick.
Clearly, whoever robbed this
place knew their way around.
They also knew Lord Fisher's
bag was in the safe.
Which suggests a member of staff.
Can you tell us which staff were
working at the time of the robbery?
Frank was on the front desk, I
was sweeping up after the dance
and one of the maids
was still clocked on.
Not Enid, by any chance?
Enid.
What time did you finish
work last night?
It would have been 11 or 12.
Which was it?
The dance finished at 11.
~ You were working in the Twilight Room?
~ Well, I...
That's a lovely necklace,
a very expensive one.
I wouldn't know.
Was it a present?
Did your work take you to
my father's room last night?
It's not like that.
Then tell us how it is.
I'm fond of Henry. He's had
a lot of trouble in his life,
and he doesn't have anyone
else, he's here all alone.
So you went to his room?
He...
He was upset last night, he just
needed a shoulder to cry on.
What was he upset about?
He said he'd lost money
in a game of cards,
and he was down to his last £10.
Father!
(Knocking)
He said something about
going to the races today.
Mrs Cobb gave him one of her tips.
Thank you, Enid. We won't
keep you any further.
I like the nags because
I grew up in the country.
What about cards?
Wouldn't know a king from a queen.
And if the guests decide to gamble,
it's not the fault of the hotel.
Which guests were gambling?
~ I really can't say.
~ Can't or won't?
Memory fails me. Why don't
you ask your father?
Now, am I done? Can I get
back to running my hotel?
For now. Thank you, Mrs Cobb.
Miss, I finished that...
thing you told me to do.
Excellent, Dot.
~ Here, Dorothy.
~ Thank you.
Neville was kind enough
to give me a hand.
Here's the guest list
for the last week.
I think we found something useful
in the back of the ledger too.
It looks like some sort of code.
Pertaining to illegal card games.
And the latest one was last night.
It seems Mrs Cobb at least knows
her clubs from her spades.
Stay here, Dot. Keep an eye on her.
As soon as she leaves her
office, take a look around.
But what about this Karol woman?
I'm not sure that Karol is a woman.
Karol with a K is a Polish name
that would go with the surname...
.. Valenski, staying in room...
~ Nothing happened!
~ You think you can outsmart me!
Leave him alone!
And you! Betray me, huh?!
Alright, break it up! Break it up!
HENRY: No, wait, stop!
Karol Valenski, I presume.
I'm sure you had your reasons for
trying to throttle Henry Fisher.
Lord knows, I understand the urge.
What was the subject
of the altercation?
I don't like his taste in clothes.
And apart from his sartorial shortcomings...
(Speaks Polish)
Gambling on card games is illegal.
Compliments on your poker face.
My face is like this all the time.
Shall I tell you what I think
you were doing last night?
I think you were playing
poker with my father.
I'd say you won...
.. and he refused to pay.
I'm not interested in gambling
charges, Mr Valenski.
All I want is the truth.
He lost.
Said he would pay me when
they opened the safe
first thing in the morning.
Only this morning, there is no money.
It has been stolen.
Now, who do you suppose did that?
The only reason I lost
at all was because
the old biddy who runs the hotel
brought in a professional gambler -
a ringer, the Americans call them.
Karol Valenski?
In his heyday, he was known in
all the great casinos in Europe.
Now, he's reduced to cheating.
It's true.
Every time I had a strong
hand, he folded.
You must be able to charge
him with cheating, Jack.
What happened to the gun that
was in Miss Fisher's bag?
Am I under interrogation?
Am I suspected of a crime?
Tell me that bag didn't
contain the entire £10,000
you were meant to
wire back to Mother.
No, not the entire amount.
I did have my expenses.
Karol Valenski claims
you had no intention
of paying him the money you owed.
You don't think I intended
to do a flit,
steal my own money from the safe
and disappear into the night?
You think I'd kill a man to
avoid paying a gambling debt?
You suspect your own
father of murder?
It may not be the first time.
I haven't thought
about this in years,
but I haven't forgotten it either.
It was during the war.
I was woken in the middle
of the night by voices.
When I went downstairs,
I could hear my father...
.. with a visitor.
My father was arguing with him.
I couldn't hear everything
they were saying.
The morning newspapers reported
an unidentified man had been
dragged from the River Thames,
strangled before his body was
dumped in the early hours.
How do you know it was the
man your father argued with?
The newspapers described the
heavy coat he was wearing.
Have you ever spoken to him about it?
I've accused my father of
a lot of things, Jack...
.. but not murder.
What is it we're looking for?
Whatever it is Miss Fisher
thinks she's trying to hide.
Keep a look out.
A locked drawer's a good start.
Will you be able to break it open?
There's always a way.
Very clever.
~ MRS COBB: I'll be in my office.
~ Look out, she's coming.
(Clears throat)
Sorry, Mrs Cobb. You know how it is.
Please don't mention
this to Miss Fisher.
Go on, off you go.
~ Thank you.
~ Thank you, ma'am.
Don't you know I'm engaged?
I'm sorry, Miss Williams. I really
didn't think of what else to do.
If my Hugh found out,
he'd knock you sideways.
I'm sorry. I really am.
At least she believed us, I think.
Let's see what's in the cigar box.
You know, I'm sure that
Miss Fisher, at times,
has to resort to some
extreme measures
for the sake of her investigation.
That's true.
But I'm not Miss Fisher, and
I don't want it to happen again.
Of course.
Empty. (Sighs)
I'd like you to send an inquiry
to Scotland Yard, please.
Yes, sir. It's an old
homicide case from 1916.
I'd like to know if they
have a physical description
of the deceased.
~ Yes, sir.
~ Thank you.
And sir?
I've discovered more evidence
to do with the Grand Hotel.
Where did you get these?
Mrs Cobb's office drawer, sir.
I believe that they reveal another
suspect for the murder.
I wanted to be sure
before I spoke to you.
So, was it your idea
to conduct this search?
I admit, Miss Williams
suggested it, sir.
You had no warrant, Constable. This
evidence is inadmissible in court.
But Miss Fisher...
Is not a member of the
Victoria Police Force.
Her methods have a certain
latitude we cannot match.
Your methods must be
absolutely scrupulous.
~ Do you understand?
~ Yes, sir.
Now, Miss Williams
is a morally upright
and intelligent young woman.
I've noticed that too, sir.
She's pretty, as well.
So you must return those documents
to Miss Williams immediately
to do whatever her
conscience dictates.
Of course, sir.
So you kept these from me
to impress the inspector and further
your prospects on the force?
From my experience of ambitious
young police officers,
I can tell you that's
a very slippery slope.
And there are more important
things to life.
I'm sorry it led me
to behave so badly.
Well, at least you had
the courage to come clean,
and I admire that, Constable.
Thank you.
I should head back
to the station, then.
Would you like some
biscuits to take back?
~ Um...
~ For the inspector too?
That would be lovely.
Thank you, Miss Williams.
Your poor, poor mother.
I told her all those years ago
he'd bring her nothing but misery.
This time he'll ruin her. I know it.
I won't let that happen, Aunt P.
What are your chances of
retrieving the stolen £10,000?
Fair to middling.
Father is of no help at all, in fact,
more of a deliberate hindrance.
I've had to entertain
the possibility that...
.. he might have organised
the robbery himself.
~ You think he killed a man?
~ I'm not sure what to think.
Sorry to interrupt, but Constable
Martin and I found something
in Hilda Cobb's office
that might be of interest.
They're love letters to Mrs Cobb
from Frank McNabb, the concierge.
So, our young concierge had
an eye for the older ladies?
Yes, Miss, but I don't
think it ended well.
It seldom does with
unsuitable matches.
'It's true our little scheme's
a good earner...'
Gambling, no doubt.
'.. but I can no longer love
you in the way that you desire.'
This letter was dated two days ago,
just before McNabb was murdered.
The Grand Hotel's having
another dance tonight, Miss,
if you need to look around.
Not the Twilight Waltz?
♪ Dancehall music
Oh, how the mighty have fallen!
I didn't know you'd been here before.
A lifetime ago.
I was here the night your father
proposed to your mother.
Unfortunately, I arrived too late.
Keep Mrs Cobb busy for me, Dot,
while I investigate the less
public face of the Grand.
I'm sure Father will make
an appearance very soon.
Good evening.
A bit late for snooping, isn't it?
I haven't come for that.
I was hoping to brush up on
my dancing before the wedding,
for the bridal waltz.
I noticed the ring on your finger.
That's why you two couldn't keep
your hands off each other.
Oh, no. That wasn't my...
There is no need to explain.
I have felt the pitter-patter of
the heart myself once or twice.
Alright - arms shoulder
height, and graceful.
I'll take the gentleman's
part. And...
.. step, 2, 3.
1, 2, 3. Step, 2, 3, 1.
So, has there been anyone
else special in your life
since your husband, Mrs Cobb?
My last fellow worked
here at the hotel,
but I had to give him
his marching orders.
You sacked him? Why?
Because he told me that
I was too old for him.
I thought it didn't matter.
I loved him, and I
thought he loved me.
I couldn't have him under
my nose after that.
I had to put an end to things.
Now I'll never see him again.
(Door opens)
Sorry, madam. Just checking
the phone wires.
Nothing in this hotel's
where it ought to be.
You don't happen to know what's on
the other side of this wall, do you?
Angels and ministers
of grace defend us.
Henry?
(Sighs)
Care to dance, Prudence?
No, thank you.
I'm already skating on the edge of
social ruin simply by being here.
I'm here to make you
a business proposition.
Then propose away.
I will give you as
much money as it takes
to make you disappear in a puff of
smoke and leave my sister alone.
Disappear?
You really expect me to agree
to such an outrageous request?
Not once have you been a dutiful
husband or a responsible father.
You and your drinking and your
flights of fancy and dark moods.
You were always trying to
take Margaret away from me
because you couldn't bear for
her to have a passionate life.
What happened to your
passion, Prudence!
Don't you dare speak to me like that!
Don't you dare try to bribe
me to leave my wife!
Mrs Stanley?
Tell Phryne I'll make
my own way home.
I can't stay a moment
longer in this hovel.
(Cracks knuckles)
McNabb set himself up in there.
He could see the opponents' cards
and signal to Karol Valenski
using Morse code.
The wire leads underneath
the floorboards to this.
If Valenski put his foot on the panel,
he could feel the Morse code.
~ Ingenious.
~ Hilda must have known,
and the house must have taken
a cut of the winnings.
Cheating? No! I'm sure it
was just a friendly game.
Not so friendly for the loser.
Frank McNabb cooked this
up with Karol Valenski.
Were you in on it or not?
We know he jilted you.
Is that why you pushed
him off the roof?
I loved him. I told
your assistant that.
Nevertheless, you sacked him.
Perhaps he took it upon himself
to rob that safe on his way out.
Or he was in cahoots with Valenski,
and Valenski double-crossed him.
Well, if that's the case,
then I've been played for an
even bigger fool than I thought.
I knew it wasn't right. I knew.
But Frank said it was a sure-fire
way to keep the hotel going.
This old place is all I've got.
Are you going to charge
me for the gambling?
Not tonight.
We'll look at other charges
once this murder is solved.
DOT: (It's indistinct.)
Any news from Hugh?
No, but I'm working on
getting him a promotion.
Well, if I were you, I'd
work a little faster.
Constable, let's go.
Any chance of talking Karol
Valenski into one last game?
Are you joking?
No, Mr Valenski.
If I were, you would be laughing.
I don't play cards with women.
That's a pity.
My money's as good as any man's.
(Speaks Polish)
And your preferred game is...?
To tell you the truth, I find
all card games tiresome,
but my father did teach me
all the variations of poker.
So perhaps... seven-card stud?
If you don't mind, I'd
like to inspect the cards.
That all seems to be in order.
But I do feel a draught.
That's better.
Please apologise to
your friend for me
if he was hoping to watch the
card game from the other room.
Shall we play?
Henry.
Going somewhere?
I was just writing you a note.
I hope I haven't upset you, my dear.
I've grown very fond of you,
but I'm a difficult position.
I know you're spoken for, and...
.. I'm sure I'll get
over you eventually,
but I've decided to go
back home to Beechworth.
Well, you need a good send-off.
And tonight... we're in luck.
I know a place on Little Lonsdale
that serves sly grog all night.
Let's have one last hurrah.
You're a devil. I just
need to finish packing.
Wait downstairs?
Milady.
My Lord.
(Sighs with satisfaction)
I call.
Three jacks.
(Clears throat)
Shall we keep playing?
I, um...
.. I seem to be low on funds.
But you hold an IOU
signed by my father.
Yes, I do.
Flush.
Full house.
Beginner's luck, I suppose.
Your father is a coward!
What sort of a man lets his daughter
fight his battles for him?
Now, just a moment...
Don't think this is
the end of the matter.
What matter would that be?
You know where that money is.
Tell me who has it, or I will
take everything you have
and destroy you.
Have you finished?
(Cocks pistol)
No-one is destroying anyone.
Now, I'm going out for a
drink with my lady friend,
and you are going to crawl back
under whatever rock you came from.
Agreed?
She is not your lady friend.
The next time I see you,
I too will be armed.
Tomasz.
(A man and woman argue)
Just stay here, Dot.
MAN: Give me that case!
Get off me!
Stop!
(Metallic swipe)
Did you see who it was?
No, it was too dark.
Karol Valenski?
He didn't sound Polish.
But I have a fair idea
what he was after.
You think Enid robbed the safe?
She would've known
your father had money.
If Enid was our robber, she would
have taken off that night.
I think there's another possibility.
The robber caught up with
McNabb on the rooftop,
shoved him over the edge, but
perhaps they didn't realise
the money had already been dropped
down the laundry chute.
The money would have sat in
the trolley in the laundry.
Until Enid came along.
Then I presume she hid
the money somewhere
until she made her escape tonight.
So, if Enid had the money...
Our robber must have found
out and gone after her.
Whoever he is, he must have
something to do with my father.
Why?
He dropped this.
Where is he? Where's my father?
Those are his bags.
He steamed off in a lather
about Enid being killed.
He went off with two blokes in a cab,
and I bloody well hope he's gone
to do the honourable thing.
What? Where were they going?
The Botanic Gardens, pistols at dawn.
What the hell's he playing at now?
Listen, Baron, mate, no disrespect,
but I'm not sure this is
the best idea you've had.
~ We should just call Miss Fisher.
~ No.
That bastard challenged me to a duel,
and he killed an innocent
young woman.
~ He denied it.
~ He's a liar.
That bloke looks like
he knows how to shoot.
Have your second prepare the weapon.
Bloody hell! Looks like
you're the second.
Half my bloody luck.
Ten paces...
.. then we take our shots.
Henry, I really reckon
this isn't a good idea.
Silence, Albert. I'll be fine.
If I'm not, tell Phryne
I'm sorry for everything -
the whole sad, sorry lot of it.
TOMASZ: Ready?
TOMASZ AND ALBERT: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9.
(Gunshot)
You idiot!
I don't think you're quite aware
you're dealing with a man of honour,
Baron Henry George Fisher...
.. of Richmond-upon-Thames.
Father, stop! What are you doing?!
I'm about to right a wrong.
Isn't that what you're
so fond of doing?
Karol Valenski didn't kill Enid.
I've seen and heard enough to know
that all Valenski's guilty of
is cheating at cards, but
I've won back your losses.
Now, if you would please
put down my pistol.
We need to find the real killer,
and you happen to be the
only person who can help.
Who did you see?
He had an English accent
and your stolen passport.
Valenski!
It's your lucky day.
(Gunshot)
Whoever robbed that safe knew your
bag contained close to £10,000.
~ Who did you tell?
~ No-one.
~ Enid?
~ No.
And I won't hear a word
said against Enid.
That dear girl was very kind to me.
~ What about Hilda Cobb?
~ Who?
Someone knew the money was there.
No other bag was touched.
I've told you both, I've
no idea who it is.
This man was English. Is it someone
you met on the voyage out here?
Did you... confide in someone
or cross swords with them?
Someone's after you, aren't they?
You're afraid.
(Phone rings)
(Cracks knuckles)
I'm sorry, Constable Martin,
if I've done anything to give
you the wrong idea, but...
Call me Neville, please.
I know you're engaged, but
you're not married yet,
and this fellow's gone
off and left you, and...
.. and I can't help how I feel.
You're like a flower, and when
I held you in my arms...
I think you'd better stop
right there, Constable.
Please tell me there's a chance.
Please?
I can't.
Whatever Hugh does and
whenever he comes back -
even if he doesn't - my
heart remains true to his.
That's just how it is.
I understand... Dorothy.
Neville? (Screams)
Two people are dead and he
still won't tell us the truth.
There's something I
think you should see.
Sent from Scotland Yard.
It's a description of the man
you thought your father killed.
'Short - just over 5ft'.
'Fair-haired'? This is not
the man I saw with my father.
He was tall and heavily built.
He was pacing up and down.
(Cracks knuckles)
Jack...
.. he's been here all along.
The man who came to
fix the telephones,
~ he was cracking his knuckles.
~ (Cracks knuckles)
It's him. He's the man
who's after my father.
Excuse me, sir, Our Lord
Fisher's disappeared.
~ What?
~ And, sir, I'd like to request
an immediate transfer
back to Wangaratta.
~ Sorry to leave you one man down...
~ When exactly did he disappear?
(Phone rings)
City South Police.
Inspector Robinson.
Prudence Stanley here.
Could I speak to my niece, please?
It's your aunt.
~ Aunt Prudence?
~ 'Phryne?'
I was wondering if you were planning
to return for lunch today.
I've decided to stay
because Mr Butler is
making shepherd's pie
and you know how much I love it.
Tell Mr Butler to set an extra
place. I'll be there immediately.
Yes, I will. Goodbye.
Jack, something's wrong. Aunt
Prudence hates shepherd's pie.
I'm home!
Dot?
Aunt Prudence?
Mr Butler?
Place your pistol on the floor.
Now!
Everything your father has,
everything you have...
.. belongs to me.
Open your safe.
I've already taken
the money to the bank.
It's being wired to
England as we speak.
Then I shall have to take whatever
valuables you have at hand,
and then more.
I remember you.
You came to Norfolk
House during the war.
What grudge do you hold
against my father?
Your father is a
dishonourable, deceitful man.
We had an agreement,
and he betrayed me.
How? Does he owe you money?
More than that. More than
you could ever imagine.
What? Tell me before
I open this safe.
How dare you barter with me? Open it!
You could have waited
a moment longer.
Miss Fisher, you'd better
telephone for an ambulance,
and tell them to hurry.
Would you like me to stay?
I need to have a word with him alone.
Baron.
Jack.
We caught the man who killed
Frank McNabb and Enid.
Who is he?
He wasn't carrying
any identification.
Who does he say he is?
He's not saying much at all,
given that he's unconscious
and may not survive.
He's at the Royal Melbourne
Hospital under police guard.
It's the same man I saw you arguing
with during the war, isn't he?
In Norfolk House, in 1916.
I don't know who you think
you saw so long ago.
Please, for once in your life,
will you tell me the truth?!
Yes, it could be him.
But he was crazy, shell-shocked.
Turned up out of the blue
and claimed I owed him money
from a card game.
~ And did you?
~ Perhaps.
There are times I can't recall
with perfect clarity.
In any case, I could
afford to help him,
so I gave him a pot of money and
I thought that'd be the end of it.
Clearly, it wasn't, since he followed
you all the way to Australia.
Well, my dear girl, he
can't harm anyone now.
I think it's high time
you sailed back to Mother.
I've rebooked your passage
for early next month.
Cec and Bert will be taking you
to a guest house in Lilydale.
The cab's waiting outside.
Even you can't get yourself
into trouble in Lilydale.
So, did your father shed any
light on our killer's identity?
Of course not.
Another secret in his secret life.
♪ Dancehall music ♪ Care
for a waltz, Miss Fisher?
Are you sure you wanna to risk it?
What's the risk?
Well, I have waltzed with the best -
French presidents, English
princes, American film stars.
The waltz is a very serious dance.
And I'm a serious man.
My mother lost all reason
when she was waltzed.
Well, if she hadn't,
this would be a world without
a certain Phryne Fisher in it,
and what kind of world would that be?
I'm afraid Belinda
Rosewall's been murdered.
It's a Sydney funnel web,
which explains a lot.
What's that over there?
(Shrieks)
I never knew you were so
passionate about tennis.
I have many passions, Jack.
What have I just agreed to?
You're now a special constable
of the Victoria Police Force.
Guard!