Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 8 - Death Do Us Part - full transcript

Henry George Fisher,
Baron of Richmond.

- This is Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.
- Inspector.

Causing trouble can't
be your only motivation.

There have been unforsaken
delays on my financial return.

Someone's after you, aren't they?

You're afraid. Who did you see?

My father was arguing with him.

I couldn't hear everything
they were saying.

What grudge do you hold
against my father?

Your father is a
dishonourable, deceitful man.

- Does he owe you money?
- Open it!



Miss Fisher, you'd better phone for
an ambulance. Tell them to hurry.

Our human lives are brief
and insignificant

compared with the universe around us.

Billions of years old, expanding
from the moment of its inception

and expanding still, forever in flux.

Poppycock!

Everything you said
tonight is poppycock.

God made the world in six days,
Mr Tode. Not billions of years.

Close your gab!

Gentlemen, thank you.

When was the last time you
scientists read your Bible?

It's not for mankind
to solve God's mysteries

and he will punish you
come Judgement Day!

Mr Tode, I would like to
know how, as an Englishman,



you obtained your data from
the Southern Hemisphere?

Mr Efendi, thank you but I'm
afraid we're out of time.

Mr Tode?

Mr Tode?!

- Well, when did he escape?
- Last night.

I was hoping we'd find him by
morning. Where's your father?

Out of harm's way in a
guest house in Lilydale.

Cec and Bert are bringing
him back this morning.

- Is that wise?
- It's not ideal but his ship sails tomorrow.

We only have to keep
him safe for one day.

Where are you, my dear?
Oh, this is more like it.

My rural idyll was wearing very thin.

Inspector. Baron.

Why the police guard on the door?

Father, you're not here
for a change of scenery.

A crazed fugitive is on the loose
and your life is in danger.

What fool discharged
the man from hospital?

He didn't ask permission, Baron.

Why is this man so fixated on you?

I can't believe he'd follow
you across the world

because of a gambling dispute.

He's delusional, Phryne.

Who knows why he's
holding me to account?

But I promise you,
it's not justified.

He murdered two people trying
to get to your money,

held my household at gunpoint

and fatally choked a police officer
escaping from hospital last night.

Does this mean anything
to either of you?

The Wren Institute of Science.

We found it beside his hospital
bed. Any connection?

None I can think of.

Something about this
place or these three men

has aroused our escapee's interest.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Constable Collins needs you at
the Wren Institute of Science

as soon as possible.

Apparently, there's been a murder.

Don't go anywhere!

Victim is Mr Quentin Tode,

English scientist and recipient of
last night's Wren Science Prize.

Could've been a struggle. Looks
like he cracked his skull.

Or maybe he fell. Look here. Blood.

Would've scattered the
papers on the way down.

What about the bruise on the cheek?
If this is the work of our escapee,

- Mr Tode has something
in common with my father.
- Astronomy?

My father's interests have always
been decidedly Earth-bound.

Mr Tode is an Englishman,
like our escapee.

Maybe there's some sort of
grudge between them as well.

How curious.

Why would Mr Tode be carrying
around a lady's wristwatch

with an even curiouser engraving?

'Remember'. An old love?

Or a new threat.

Getting back to Mr Tode, how
did you discover his body?

It was the blue glow. That's why
I was there in the first place.

Then I saw it was
coming from Mr Tode.

And, er, what kind of glowing?

Blue, if you were paying attention.

That's when I knew the aliens
must've taken his soul,

probably through the hole
they made in his brain.

Aliens? You mean, like a Martian?

Yes, son. They're out there.

Sir, this unidentified figure
you saw leaving the grounds,

was it a man, like me, or
was it a woman, like her?

Neither, I'd say.

Was a darkness round his body but it
had a glowing ring round its neck.

What's this?

'The heavens declare the glory of God

and the firmament showeth
his handiwork. Psalms XIX.'

Clearly someone trying
to prove a point,

with all those exclamation marks.

Our escapee didn't strike
me as a religious fanatic.

No, and I have trouble
reconciling the 'glory of God'

with a man who's murdered
three times.

Can you hear that music?

Pythagoras could hear
the music of the spheres

but he was a lot more
mathematical than you are.

Listen. Sounds oriental.

Turkish, perhaps.

Exactly.

Osman Efendi, resident scientist.

How divine.

Miss Phryne Fisher, and this
is Inspector Jack Robinson.

Osman Efendi at your service.

- Can I offer you apple tea?
- No, thank you.

That would be lovely.

We're investigating the death
of one of your colleagues,

Mr Quentin Tode. You
know anything about it?

- No. But it has not entirely surprised me
- Why not?

He had not been feeling
well since he arrived.

We suspect more than
illness, Mr Efendi.

How well did you know Quentin Tode?

Not well, personally, but we
were researching the same field

and in the quest for truth,
all are companions.

What is your area of study?

Measuring the spectre of light
between distant celestial bodies.

How interesting. Fascinating.

- But have you seen this man before?
- He doesn't look familiar.

He's a dangerous man,

wanted in relation to more
than one investigation.

We suspect he was here at
the Institute last night

I can't recall anyone like that.

Can you think of anyone else
who may want to harm Mr Tode?

There was a priest who heckled
him during his acceptance speech.

- Do you know his name?
- No.

But the head of the Institute, Mr
Logan Wren may be able to help you.

If there was an intruder, He
wasn't after the prize money.

It's all still there.

£50,000. That's quite a sum, Mr Wren.

Was it funded from
your family bequest?

There is no family, I'm afraid.

I lost my wife, Agnes, many years
ago, and I don't hail from wealth

but a number of my
inventions did very well

after I won science awards
myself, as a youth.

With that amount of money, the
competition must've been fierce.

Did Tode know he was going to win?

He was informed several months ago

so he could book his
passage from London.

On the Blue Star. Arrived
in Melbourne a week ago.

- What's he been doing in the meantime?
- Continuing his scientific studies.

He was meant to be catching a train
to New South Wales last night.

Did he meet with anyone
while he was here?

Perhaps this man?

Er... No.

No. I don't think Mr Tode knew
anyone else in Australia.

- Mr Efendi said he wasn't well.
- He blamed the tropics.

He worked himself into a lather
last night after our prize-giving

but I put that down to
a difficult audience.

Are you referring to the priest
who disrupted proceedings?

Yes. It was the usual farce
-- science versus religion.

But at least debate keeps
us all passionate.

Does Mr Tode have a
wife or lady friend?

Er, not that I'm aware
of. He travelled alone.

I think science was more important
to him than mere mortals.

What happens to this prize now?

We'll award it to the
runner-up, I suppose.

And who's that?

Osman Efendi could live the rest
of his life on that money.

You're telling me that's
not motivation for murder?

Well, what about our escapee
and the newspaper article?

Perhaps Osman Efendi's
connected with him somehow.

- He did hesitate when
he looked at his portrait.
- I noticed.

Think we've found proof our
fugitive was here, sir.

It was hidden in the grevillea.

Make you sure the whole area's
searched thoroughly, Collins.

- Sir.
- What about...

(.. the gatekeeper, Hugh?)

He said he saw a dark figure,
sir, dressed in black.

A police officer?

Possibly, but with no feet, and
a glowing ring around its neck.

The gatekeeper's convinced
it was an alien.

Or someone more ecclesiastical.

Psalms 19. We had this reading
at last Sunday's mass.

- Where did you find this?
- Do you recognise the handwriting, Dot?

It looks a lot like Father O'Leary's.

- Really?
- I know it from our church meetings.

I'm sure it's just a coincidence.
Don't worry about that now, Dot.

I have a job for you. We found
this on Mr Tode's person.

'Remember'? Remember what?

Talk to some jewellers.
Find out about the watch.

It's worn but the
engraving looks new.

- Might have some kind of significance.
- Yes, Miss.

Tell me you don't want me tobring
in Father O'Leary for questioning.

You're his newest convert, Collins.

Yes, sir.

Ah! Hugh.

Dot tells me your family is opposed

to having the service
in a Catholic church.

Er, I'm not here to talk about
the wedding, actually, Father.

No? What, then? Not last
minute doubts in the faith?

No, no. No, Father.
Er... police business.

Quentin Tode, in fact.

That pompous ignoramus.

When a man insults the glory of God,

it's time to let your
fists do the talking!

- You hit him?
- Of course I hit him.

In the defence of God.

All I did was set him straight.

He was claiming scientific
proof that God's creation...

Please just stick to the facts. Tell
me exactly what happened that night.

Well, I went after him, of course.

I have something for you, Mr Tode!

Words of wisdom from above!

Whatever you have to say, Father,
you're wasting your breath.

Science triumphs over God every time.

What blasphemy! Come back here
and say that again! Come on!

- There is no God.
- How dare you?!

You stupid man!

I hollered at him to stand
up and fight like a man

- but he ran away, like the
craven coward that he is.
- Was.

As God is my witness, he
was alive when I left him.

Did you see anyone
else in the grounds?

Perhaps this man? He could've
been wearing a police uniform.

Only copper I saw was the
one that showed me the door

and they all look the same to me.

Did you see anyone else at all?

Only that other heathen blasphemer.

What heathen blasphemer?

That other scientist bloke.
Some kind of Arab, I think.

Stood up and had a go and nobody
turfed him out, did they?

- Osman Efendi?
- Could be.

Now, I'm gonna be late for mass.

Father, you may not have intended
to kill Mr Tode when you punched him

but he collapsed a
short time afterwards.

Until we know more about
the cause of death,

I have to keep you detained.

On what charge?

Pending a possible charge
of manslaughter.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Oh, thanks, Constable.
I'll take that.

Any news, Miss?

Oh, nothing yet, Mr B.
Where's Cec and Bert?

Guarding the rear lane.

Ah, your Lordship.

Oh, thank you, Mr Butler.

What is it?

News from home, I'd say.

Th... That's not Mother's handwriting.

It isn't from England. Who's
it from? Show it to me.

- I'm sure it's not important.
- Then open it.

It's from him, isn't it?

Doesn't say. It's nothing.
It's nonsense.

Show it to me. Where's
it posted from?

- You don't need to see his ravings.
- What are you doing?

I refuse to be cowered by this man

and I refuse to involve
you in all this ugliness.

Don't be ridiculous.
That's police evidence!

No! It's addressed to me, only to me!

- Why aren't you telling me anything?
- How dare you interrogate me!

I'm your father, not
one of your criminals!

- Give me the letter!
- No!

- Everything alright, Miss?
- We heard shouting.

We're fine, thank you.

False alarm.

I'm going upstairs to rest.

With my door locked.

You're still a Proddie
through and through!

Pismires and spiders
be in your marriage bed,

if you ever get a priest to
marry yer, for I will not!

- He punched a scientist.
- And what's a 'pismire'?

An ant, I think.

I'm not sure I want to be married

by a man who punches scientists
and curses his parishioners.

Yes, you do, Dottie.

He married your parents. He
christened you. He confirmed you.

And all the invitations
have been sent out.

Don't you worry. I'll sort
it all out... Mrs Collins.

How'd you go with the jewellers?

It's a wristlet watch made by an
English company called Myer Towers

before the war.

Popular in Europe but not
imported to Australia.

- Someone has brought it with them.
- And anything on the engraving?

The jewellers agreed it was recent
but none of them had done it.

The bruising to his
face is unremarkable,

apart from having being inflicted
by a Catholic priest.

What about the head injury?

His skull was definitely
fractured when he fell

but that's not what killed
him. He was poisoned.

You need to bring my father
in for questioning

and you have my permission
to torture him.

He's received a letter and
I know it's from that madman.

- What did it say?
- My father refused to tell me.

It's obviously some
kind of blackmail.

Phryne, your house is
under constant watch.

Whatever threats were
made in that letter,

no-one can get near your father
or the rest of your household.

I'll bring him in for
a formal interview.

Thank you.

You said Tode was poisoned?

I tested for everything
I can think of.

I have never seen a poison with
this kind of pathology before.

What's so unusual?

There was a caustic path
through the nasal passage,

down the larynx, into the gut.

Discolouration of the spleen, liver.

Perhaps something stolen
from the hospital?

I'll have Collins check if
they're missing any supplies

while I go through Tode's belongings.

You're perfectly safe, Baron.

Bert and Cec are doing
shifts in the rear lane,

Mr Butler's patrolling
the front garden

and there are policemen
on every corner.

It'd be a lot less dangerous
for you all if I weren't here.

This should be a joyful time for you.

Hugh and I are joyful enough. Just
our priest who wants to spoil things.

Oh, and Hugh's mother and my mother
and probably most of our relatives.

Any chance of a refill
for the rear guard dog?

It's just brewing.

Pardon me for asking, Baron, but
any idea what this bloke's after,

apart from your head on a platter?

Not 100% sure, Albert, but
I think a great deal of money

would at least keep him at bay.

Seasickness pills, headache,
cough tincture, eye drops.

Quentin Tode was clearly a
man obsessed by his health.

And scientific research.

He's got more books and papers
with him than clothing.

I'll have this sent over to Dr
Macmillan and tested for poison.

Jack, look.

This essay, it's by Osman
Efendi, not Quentin Tode.

Tode's made notes on all his data.

Slight alterations.

Perhaps Tode had scientific quibbles.

Father O'Leary said Mr Efendi
stood up and had a go.

Now, why would he do that?

Excuse me, sir, this was just found
hidden in an alcove on the grounds

near where we found
the police jacket.

It's Turkish. I can tell
by the inscription.

It's only used by members of royalty
and I've seen this inscription before

on Osman Efendi's tea service.

Oh, good. Brilliant scientist,
talented musician,

dashingly handsome
and an Ottoman prince.

And now, extremely suspicious.

Anyone see you?

Well done, Baron.

One move and I'll shoot
you. Understand?

Mm-hm.

No. No, I wouldn't call
it scientific theft.

You said Osman Efendi accused
Tode of using his data.

Sounds like plagiarism to me.

Well, but that's debatable.

If scientists didn't build
on each other's work,

then we'd all be making
the same discoveries

and there would be no progress.

I have a right to defend my work.

I have toiled night after night
in the observatory here.

For Tode to appropriate
my work is an outrage!

He has never crossed
the equator before.

He couldn't possibly
have gathered that data.

So you deserve this prize?

And I will have it on Saturday,

thanks to fate and by God's
grace, insha'Allah.

God's grace also brought
you back this.

We know it's yours because
it bears a royal tughra,

a unique stamp of one of the
houses of the Ottoman Empire,

the same unique stamp
as on your tea tray.

I am grateful for its return.

How did it go missing?

I don't know. I must've been robbed.

- Why didn't you mention this earlier?
- I hadn't noticed.

A beautiful and expensive object
from Turkish royalty goes missing

and you fail to notice?

We believe it was in
possession of our fugitive,

- the one you denied knowing.
- Did you give this to him?

Did you promise a share of your winnings
if he killed Tode for you?

- No!
- But you know who this man is.

Can you give us his name?

Or would you prefer to be arrested
as an accessory to murder?

I only knew him as 'Denizci'
-- 'sailor' in Turkish'.

We met during the war. Both
our ships were sunk by mines.

- He saved my life.
- What happened to your sailor?

Shell shocked. The
war had broken him.

- But he returned to England?
- Yes.

I begged him to staybut he refused.

When was the last time you saw him?

He came to visit me the
night of the prize-giving.

I could not offer him shelter
but I gave him what I had.

I told him to sell that for money.

- Where was he headed?
- He didn't say.

But he had nothing to do
with Quentin Tode's death.

Do you recognise this? We found
it in Quentin Tode's pocket.

No. I am sorry.

What date was your
ship sunk, Mr Efendi?

18 March, 1915.

This killings you say
Denizci's guilty of,

were they in self-defence?

No. No, they were all unarmed.
He murdered them in cold blood.

You're free to go now, Mr Efendi.

Lord Fisher? Baron?

Have you seen Baron
Fisher, Mr Butler?

- Not upstairs resting?
- No. I've looked everywhere.

Dottie! Mr B! Out here!

Bert! Wake up! Where's the cab?

Somebody hit me with a bloody truck.

Try naval records for officers

that went down that day
in the Dardanelles.

Least we might narrow it
down to this 'Denizci'.

- Do we know what Tode was poisoned with yet?
- This just came in, sir.

All medicines in Mr Tode's
possession were harmless.

- No sign of poison.
- Thank you.

I'm off now, sir.

Oh. I'll get that. You go ahead.

Thank you, sir.

City South.

Yes. Yes, Miss Fisher is right here.

Miss Williams for you.

Dot?

How?

I'll be right home.

My father has managed to
escape his house arrest.

His letter was with the rest
of the mail this afternoon.

It could've been stolen
and altered at any stage.

Who knows how long this
man's been lurking.

Poor Baron. He thought he was
putting us all in danger.

This was not a noble gesture, Dot.
It's not in my father's repertoire.

No. He's up to something.

- With our cab.
- Here, get that into ya.

Nothing else upstairs, Miss, and
I've gone through all the rubbish.

Thank you, Mr B.

There's a letter in here, Miss.

Oh, no, that's...

.. my mother's handwriting.

'Dear Henry, I can't believe

you've gone back to your old
ways after all this time,

gambling and lying and risking
everything we have.

I know that man had
something to do with it

but you should never have deserted
me and my patience has run out.

I have loved you with all my heart,
Henry, despite everything,

but if you fail to arrive on that
ship when it docks at Southampton,

I will be asking for
a formal separation.

Your wife, Margaret.

Father O'Leary?

You should know better than to
interrupt a discourse with God.

But, if you've come to ask for clemency
for your utter stupidity...

- You're glowing, Father.
- Holy light. The hand of God.

Do you see what miracle is upon me?

Unless there's another explanation.

- What is it, Collins?
- Father O'Leary's collar.

I remember the gatekeeper
talking about Mr Tode's eyes

and how they glowed in the dark.

I thought he was crazy but then
I remembered the eye drops.

But the eye drops in his suitcase
were unopened. He must've had more.

And they came into contact
with Father O'Leary's cassock

when he attacked Tode in the grounds.

And they could've dropped
the bottle in the struggle.

- I'm gonna search the far side.
- Good work, Collins.

- We'll have a look round here.
- Sir.

Turn off your torch, Jack. If it's
still glowing, we'll see it.

Oh, Jack, what if it's my fault?
What if I drove my father away?

I railed against him. What if...

What if something happens
and I never see him again?

Whatever happens to your
father, it's not your fault

and nothing is going to happen.

Perhaps he has just headed
back to England after all.

Well, if it's all expanding,
England will move further away.

But it all looks very still to me.

That's because you're
not a telescope.

- Is that supposed to be a compliment?
- More like a romantic overture.

- Is that the best that you can do?
- Would you like me to improve on it?

More than anything.

Jack. Behind you.

What the hell is in that?

His eye drops are not just
phosphorescent. Watch this.

- They're radioactive?
- Highly.

At some point, a lethal dose of
polonium has been added to them.

- Polonium?
- Is that like radium?

Related.

Polonium is extremely unstable
and highly toxic if ingested.

Our killer could have more of it.
What form would it be in, Mac?

It'd have to be a powder or a liquid
form to mix with eye drops.

How dangerous is it, aside
from swallowing it?

Both forms are a deadly hazard.
I'll be encasing this lot in lead.

If it's sealed correctly, the
radiation itself isn't lethal

but, if ingested or inhaled, just
a speck of polonium can be deadly.

If the man who is after
my father has done this,

I hope to God Father's not
brave enough to go after him.

There was a delivery of
polonium two weeks ago.

There should be a
corresponding order.

Let's see.

Ah. Here. It was six weeks ago.

But no name on the order.

Is this your signature?

No, that's Osman Efendi's.

He often signs for deliveries
when I'm not here.

Polonium must've stood
out as unusual.

I assume it was part of
Quentin Tode's research.

Well, who has access
to these chemicals?

All of our scientific
staff have keys.

It's gone.

Mr Tode's other supplies
are still there

but there's no sign of the polonium.

I don't understand. I kept your
secret and I gave you money.

- It's what you wanted.
- You broke our promise!

- But we agreed.
- Oh, yes, milord.

Take everything and leave me
nothing and then waste it all.

Denizci?

Denizci, it's only me.

Were you followed?

No. I was careful.
I've come to warn you.

I don't know how much longer
I can keep the police at bay.

You need to give yourself up.

Please?

Don't worry about me. This
will all be over soon.

I promise you.

Good luck, Denizci.

Morning, Miss. You're up early.

I couldn't sleep, Dot.

Today's the day my father's supposed
to be boarding that ship.

I said a prayer for him last night,
asked God to keep him safe.

I suppose that might assist.

In any case, God's far more likely
to listen to you than me.

You said there was a job I could do.

I need you to find out what you
can about Tode's scientific work.

Look for any mention of polonium.

This is the chemical symbol,
the atomic number -- 84 --

and all the known compounds.

As soon as the Institute opens.

I'm sorry, Dot.

I'm distracting you from
your wedding preparations.

Oh, no, Miss. We're prepared.

But I am beginning to think

it might be easier to get married
in a registry office,

rather than deal with Father O'Leary.

He's not very forgiving,
for a Christian.

I think the Irish cancels that out.

Miss Fisher? We found the cab.
It was dumped at Vic Markets.

What else?

This was left behind.

Yes?

I've wrestled with my conscience
all night, Miss Fisher.

I owe my life to that
man but he has gone mad.

- What is it, Mr Efendi?
- He has a hostage.

It could be the man
you're looking for.

It has something to do with an
old grudge.You need to stop him.

Do you have an address?

It's hidden at the rear of an
old hat factory. It's called...

Ahhh!

Mr Efendi?!

I've roamed this Earth like a beggar

while you reigned over my
life, my home, my history

and you dare to sell it for a song!

- The estate?
- Time to pay the price.

Are you gonna kill me?

No.

Your daughter is clever. She'll
come for you soon enough.

But when she does, I'm gonna
kill her in front of you.

She won't come. You don't understand.

I was a drunkard. I was cruel.
She doesn't care about me.

You're wasting your time.

I know where to get you money,
more than your fortune was worth.

The estate can be yours again.

£50,000 in cash.

Where?

Osman knew where he was. He said
something about an old hat factory.

Maybe he wrote it down.

Miss? I found out more about
Mr Tode and polonium.

15 years ago, Mr Tode invented
a paint called 'Illumina'.

for Myer Towers, the company
that make clocks and watches,

same manufacturer as
that wristlet watch.

That engraving. 'Remember'. It must
have something to do with that.

Jack!

- Le Bon Vie.
- The good life?

It was a milliners in Fitzroy.
Closed down about a year ago.

Dot, find out what else
you can about that paint.

Why don't you try the science journals
in the Logan Wren's office?

Jack, this way!

They were here.

Inspector, this just came
through from Naval Records.

'March 18, 1915. Battleship Ocean,
Morto Bay, Turkish gunfire...'

'Captain William Eugene Fisher.'
It all makes sense.

Eugene Fisher was my father's cousin.

the previous Baron of Richmond-upon-Thames.

He died in the early
stages of the war.

He was reported missing,
presumed drowned.

What's this?

The prize money. What if
my father's gone after it?

How? It's in the safe
at the Institute.

- Who do you think taught
me every shady trick I know?
- Of course.

He's trying to pay his
way out of trouble.

Oh, no. Dot!

Today, we had hoped to celebrate
the scientific achievements

of Mr Osman Efendi.

He was a man of integrity
and brilliance.

Sadly... he cannot be with us.

Gertrude Harris.

Gwynnie Hayes.

- Agnes Wren...
- Hurry up!

Alright!

Better get this right. Your
daughter's life depends on it.

Collins, make sure those
men cover every exit

and do a sweep of the ground.

- Any sign of Dot?
- No, Miss.

Make sure nobody leaves.
We'll check this gate.

- What's taking so long?
- I'm nearly there. Just let me think!

Perhaps this will help.

No! Don't!

- Dot!
- Get back! All of you!

If you want your father
to walk out of here alive,

Miss Fisher, open this safe.

Put down the gun.

The money's all there.

Put it in this bag.

Hurry.

- That's everything.
- Now get back.

Pick up the bag.

You can't kill us all, Eugene.

You were once an honourable
man, Eugene. What happened?

- The war! That bloody disaster!
- You had a choice.

But you ran away like a coward.

No!

Don't move!

Dottie, are you alright?

Eugene Fisher, we're arresting
you for multiple charges

of murder and abduction.

Are you alright, Father?

I'll be outside.

- And you, Dot?
- I'm alright, Miss.

Did you find out anything more
about that polonium paint?

I found the polonium.

Your wife's watch.

She worked at the Myer
Towers watch factory.

The women would lick their
brushes to a sharp point.

And that's how they became so ill.

- Four of them died.
- Including your wife.

My beautiful Agnes died far too early

because of Quentin
Tode's scientific lies

so I made sure that he paid
a price with his life.

And, I'm afraid to say...

.. I have no regrets.

Why did you hide Eugene from us?

We all thought he'd
died during the war.

When he turned up the first
time, I couldn't believe it

but if I told anyone he would've
been court martialled for desertion.

I couldn't have that, not when
all he wanted was money.

What about Mother? Why
didn't you tell her?

Because I thought
Eugene was satisfied

and after losing Janey and
all the damage I'd done, I...

It would've been too much for her.
We'd only just left it behind us.

We had money, a beautiful
home, a happy future.

I owed her that.

I owed it to you all.

And then Eugene returned.

A few months agoout of the blue.

He told me he'd already killed
a man to hide our secret.

'Our secret,' he said,
as if I was responsible.

He demanded everything

and all I could think of to do
was to take the money and run.

I told your mother I'd lost
everything in a game of cards.

But I promised to get it back.

Well, you have.

It's all too late.

When she meets my ship, I won't be
there and our marriage will be over.

- Is that what you want?
- Oh, God!

No, Phryne.

Your mother... is
the love of my life.

I never wanted anyone else.

Well, then, you'd better
pack your bags tonight.

We'll leave first thing
in the morning.

But, Phryne, my ship has sailed.

There are other ways to travel.

Oh, no.

I hate flying!

Good, then you can suffer for love.

Hugh, I could've been shot today.

Don't, Dottie. Please, don't.

- I can't bear the thought.
- Me either.

So let's not waste time. Let's
get married like we said.

I thought you were joking.

What's the hurry?

Miss Fisher's leaving for
England in the morning.

I really don't want her
to miss it, Hugh. Please?

Dottie, are you sure? It's not
gonna be the wedding you wanted.

I love you, Hugh,and I want you.

- Five o'clock tonight?
- You leave it to me, Dottie.

'And God stretcheth out
the Heavens as a curtain

and spreadeth the mount
as a tent to dwell in.

- Isaiah, chapter 40, verse 22.'
- 22.

So, in your opinion,

God's behind it all, this
expanding universe business?

And phosphorescence and polonium
and all the other miracles

and probably even aliens,
if they exist.

So God invented the
miracle of science.

Pretty much.

I don't think I've ever seen
you look so pretty, Dot.

That cop's a lucky bloke, alright.

Hang on. Careful, you two!

So, Dot, are you ready for
your biggest adventure?

I won't even close my eyes, Miss.

I, Dorothy Anne Williams,

take you, Hugh Theobald Collins,
for my lawful husband,

to have and to hold
from this day forward

until death do us part.

- Whoo!
- Dottie!

- Yay!
- Yay!
- Congratulations.

Well done, love.

When I came to work for you,
Miss, I was afraid of everything

and you taught me so many things

and made me brave and
you made me happy.

Please come back safely.

Oh, Dot. Good luck.

- Bye!
- Bye!

Oh, Jack, look!

- Ready, Father?
- No. We're going to die!

There's no point getting upset in
the air. Very unforgiving element.

Contact.

Get in.

Jack.

What are you doing?

Phryne?

Flying all the way
to England in that?

It's the only way I can
make sure he'll get there.

For God's sake! What
if this thing takes off?

- Come after me.
- What did you say?

It was a romantic overture.

Say it again.

Come after me, Jack Robinson.

When you two have quite finished...

I always feared another man
would sweep you away from me.

I never thought it'd be your father.

There's a whole world
out there, Jack.

He's the least of your worries!