03x08 - Death Do Us Part

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Henry George Fisher, Baron of Richmond.

Phryne: 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.

Man: 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.

(Shrieks)

(Chokes)

Poppycock!

Everything you said tonight is poppycock.

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

(Hubbub)

Man: 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.

(Applause)

Mr Tode?

Mr Tode?!

♪ Theme music 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.

It's not ideal but his ship sails tomorrow.

We only have to keep him safe for one day.

(Door opens)

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 m*rder*d 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?

(Phone rings)

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 m*rder.

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 thr*at.

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 m*rder*d three times.

(Stringed instrument plucked)

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.

(Music grows audible)

(Sighs) How divine.

(Clears throat)

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. (Clears throat)

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 m*rder?

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 k*ll 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.

(Sighs)

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 w*r.

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 k*lled him. He was poisoned.

You need to bring my father in for questioning and you have my permission to t*rture 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?

(Knock at door)

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.

(Grunts)

Anyone see you?

Well done, Baron.

One move and I'll sh**t 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 k*lled 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 m*rder?

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

We met during the w*r. Both our ships were sunk by mines.

He saved my life.

What happened to your sailor?

Shell shocked. The w*r 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 m*rder*d 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.

Cec: 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.

(Phone rings)

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.

(Gasps) There's a letter in here, Miss.

Oh, no, that's... my mother's handwriting.

(Reads) '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 att*cked 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.

(Groans)

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.

(Geiger counter crackles)

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 k*ller 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.

(Door opens)

Denizci?

(Grunts)

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.

Dot: Morning, Miss. You're up early.

I couldn't sleep, Dot.

Today's the day my father's meant 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.

(Phone rings)

(Sighs)

(Phone rings)

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 k*ll me?

No.

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

But when she does, I'm gonna k*ll 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 g*nf*re...'

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

Eugene Fisher was my father's cousin. the previous Baron of Richmond-upon-Thames.

He d*ed in the early stages of the w*r.

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.

Dot: Gertrude Harris.

Gwynnie Hayes.

Agnes Wren...

Eugene: Hurry up!

Baron: 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 g*n.

(Lock clicks)

The money's all there.

Put it in this bag.

Hurry.

That's everything.

Now get back.

Pick up the bag.

You can't k*ll us all, Eugene.

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

The w*r! That bloody disaster!

You had a choice.

But you ran away like a coward.

No!

(g*nsh*t)

Don't move!

Dottie, are you alright?

Eugene Fisher, we're arresting you for multiple charges of m*rder 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 d*ed.

Including your wife.

My beautiful Agnes d*ed 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.

(Sighs)

Why did you hide Eugene from us?

We all thought he'd d*ed during the w*r.

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 k*lled 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 sh*t 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.

(Sighs) 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!

(Church organ plays)

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!