01x04 - Brotherly Love

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "The Doctor Blake Mysteries". Aired: 1 February 2013 – 12 November 2017.*
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Accompanied by haunting memories of his service time in World w*r II, Dr Lucien Blake returns home to Australia after 30 years to take over his deceased father's medical practice.
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01x04 - Brotherly Love

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Come and get me, then, coppers!
Come on.

Come and get me!

Where's Clive?
Inside.

I can see you there, coppers.

I've already sh*t one of your mates.
Now, come and get me!

Bill! Bill! Jesus!
Come on and sh**t me!

Drop the g*n! Drop it now! Drop it!

Stay here.

Christ!

Bill? Bill!

Bill!

That's enough! Bill!

Why don't you just sh**t me,
you mongrels?! Go on and sh**t!

Come on!

Dr Blake to see Sean McBride.

Thank you.
Doc.

Bill.
They wanna hang him in the morning.

Oh, better be quick, then.

His brother's in there now.

His brother?
The priest.

Sister.

Presented with joint pains
and blood in his urine.

Temperature of 104.
Father McBride.

Blood pressure 110 over 60.

I gave him some aspirin
to help with his fever.

Aspirin - that's all?
Mm-hm.

Any history of infection?

Not that I know about.

Right.
Let's have a little listen, eh?

See what's going on.

It's alright, Sean.

Rapid heart rate.

Systolic heart murmur.

Spots on his palms.

Splinter haemorrhages under his
nails.

Some blood work, I think, Sister.

Now, it's alright, Sean.

Thank you, Sister.

Oh, there we are. 200 units
penicillin IV, thank you.

The IV might help, Bill.

'Might'?
Until I get a proper diagnosis.

I... I didn't k*ll him.
I didn't do it!

Sean? Sean?
I didn't do it!

Sean, listen to me. It's Xavier.
Can you hear me? Sean?

Let's pray together.

You heard what he said, Bill.
He said he was innocent.

They all say that at some point.

No-one wants to die, especially not
like this.

Perhaps his level of fever, the
conscious mind has already shut down,

which means he's not capable of
lying.

That's not my business.

Ah, yes. As long as he hangs on time,
that's all that matters.

It doesn't matter
what either of us think.

He's due to hang tomorrow and
it's our job to make that happen.

Eggs, Daniel?
Oh, thanks, Aunty Jean.

Well, you need it for the game.

Been working on your batting?

Don't need to.

You keep getting out LBW.
It's getting tedious.

Don't.

So, how is the great man?

A lot more mature
than some people I know.

Oh, yes, of course.

Only mature people write letters to
girls about books.

At least we have something to talk
about.

Well, who's interested in talking?
Oh!

Looks like they're going to have to
deny themselves the pleasure

of k*lling Sean McBride for at least
another day or so.

What?

I was at the prison last night.
The boy is seriously ill.

It's just barbaric.

Oh, what -
so it's OK to k*ll police officers?

That's not what I said.

Clive was a mate! His wife was
pregnant.

Oh, and that wins the argument,
does it?

Mattie and Daniel,
eat your breakfast.

Sorry, Aunty Jean, I want to hear
how Mattie and her boyfriend

would deal with bastards...

Daniel!
Crooks like McBride.

Well, the crime rate actually goes
up after an execution.

They solve nothing.
Everyone knows that.

Thank you, Mattie, but not everybody
knows or believes that.

Doc, I was there.

And you saw McBride k*ll that man?

Well, no, after that.
The bloke wanted to die.

Well, he's changed his mind, Danny.

Yeah, well, it's a bit bloody late
for that.

Temperature normal,
heartbeat regular.

Anything more in his medical history?

He had an abscessed tooth removed
about a month ago.

You didn't mention that
when I asked you.

I didn't think it was important.

I'm the doctor. I decide what's
important.

Sean, how are you?

Dr Blake, I saw you last night.
Would you mind putting that down?

Not one for smoking, Doc?

It will k*ll you.

Now, how are you feeling?

Better.
Better? Good.

Now, last night you told me you
didn't sh**t Clive Cooper.

Must've been delirious.
Really?

Sounded very definite.
I sh*t him, Doc, OK?

End of story.

Imotil. 100mL.
Imotil?

100mL, thank you. All done, Sean.

Endocarditis brought on
by a previous infection.

You'll be glad to know
he's on the mend.

How soon?

Yes, we wouldn't want to hang a man
who was feeling sick, would we, Bill?

Doctor, Sean seems better
this morning.

Yes, in some respects.

That's a blessing.

Has he ever spoken to you about what
happened?

I'm not just his brother,
I'm his priest as well.

Oh, of course he confessed.

What's said in the confessional is
between the supplicant and God.

Has he ever spoken to you about what
happened outside of confession?

He regrets what happened. We all do.

Just seems a bit odd, doesn't it?

Man pleads guilty in court, then says
he's innocent.

Not so odd under the circumstances.

Must be difficult ministering to your
own family, Father.

Faith offers great consolation,
Doctor.

It sometimes blinds us to the truth.

Do you believe in God, Doctor?

I used to believe in a just and
merciful God.

And now?

Now I'm not so sure.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Doctor. Joy McDonald,
I'm with the Herald.

I believe you're the doctor treating
Sean McBride.

I'm a doctor, Joy.

Is that 'no comment'?
No comment.

What can you tell us
about his state of mind?

Should his execution go ahead
anyway?

I'm fixing this man up

so the state can put a rope around
his neck and k*ll him.

Does that make sense to you?
Me either.

May I quote you?
No comment.

Ah! Yep!

Got a bob on Parks to make 50.
Really.

Might not take you up on that.
Suit yourself.

Saw Sean McBride last night.

Said he was innocent.

I would never have picked you for
the gullible type, Blake.

You know I'm not.

McBride confessed.

Really? What did he say, exactly?

Copper!

Oh, bloody hell, Blake.

He k*lled Cooper and took a sh*t at
Parks and Hobart.

That's what he said.

McBride had a fever of 104.
So?

The conscious mind ceases to function
at that point.

That's when he told you he was
innocent?

Yes. He was incapable of lying.

So, whatever McBride did,
he didn't believe he was guilty.

Have you spoken to him this morning?

Yes.
What did he say?

That he sh*t Cooper.

Even if it wasn't one of my men
dead,

I'd still string the bastard up.

Foul sh*t.

Jean, if someone confessed to a
crime, then recanted that confession,

which would you believe?

It would depend on the situation.

No, just off the top of your head.

The recant. Probably means they've
had time to think about the truth.

Or get worried about the
consequences.

You said off the top of my head.

This is about Sean McBride.

Who m*rder*d a policeman.
Apparently.

You know he had a sh*t at Danny?

Maybe you should talk to a few of
the young girls

he's apparently left to bring up
bastard children.

Thank you, Jean.

Or Clive's widow.

It's out of your hands.

He was pretty drunk.
Had a bit of a cr*ck at us.

Us?
Me and Harris.

It's McBride's brother.
Not the priest, the other one.

Oi, wake up.
Doctor's here to see you.

I don't need a doctor

Shut up.

Goodness me. What happened here?

He came at us.
We had to protect ourselves.

I was talking to the patient.
Yeah, you mongrel, piss off!

Oh, go and join your brother. You
and your whole family are a pack
of...

Shut your face!
Peter, Peter.

My name's Dr Blake. Now, let me just
have a little look at you.

Where else are you hurt?
Everywhere.

You got a pill for that?
Good luck with it, Doc.

Ta.

Danny.

I'd like to see the incident report
on Clive Cooper's death, please.

Why?

Because I'm a police surgeon
and I'm asking you for it.

Don't push this one, Doc. Please.

Thank you.

Right. Post-mortem says cause of
death was g*nsh*t wound.

Yep.

There was a second wound caused
by a blow to the back of the head

inflicted before he was sh*t.

Now, where was that b*llet wound,
Danny?

Entered the front of chest.
So, Sean, apparently pulled a g*n.

He took Clive's.

Neighbours report hearing a g*nsh*t
around 6:20.

You and Harris arrived around...
6:30.

Yeah, 6:30. Why was Cooper there in
the first place?

Well, he was questioning McBride
over a robbery.

And what Sean ever charged?

Put it back, put it back,
put it back.

Gentlemen.

Alrighty.

What are you doing here?

Minding my own business.

Where'd you get these?

This has nothing to do with you,
Bill.

Boss know you're here, Doc?

The role of police surgeon affords me
a certain investigative freedom.

Good for you.

You're under arrest.

So, you broke into McBride's old
house.

Abandoned house.
Don't you correct me.

I was checking the reports on Cooper.

Right after Sean McBride's
miraculous about-face, is that it?

McBride's a liar.
What about the photos?

I borrowed them.
'Borrowed'?!

That'll be Constable Parks, sir.
Sergeant!

It wasn't Daniel's fault. I see this
as an extension of my duties...

For God's sake, shut up, Blake.
Book him now, sir?

Goodbye!

Now, it says here a certain unnamed
doctor made statements

to a journalist outside the prison
yesterday.

Do you know anything about that?
I may have been misquoted.

Why is that your concerns are more
important than anyone else's?

Well, they're not!
Stuff up again and you're history!

A patient for you. No appointment.

Thank you, Jean.
Come through.

I wasn't sure I needed
an appointment.

Well, it's a quiet day.
What's the problem?

Nothing at all.
There's nothing wrong with me.

I'm here under false pretences,
and I apologise.

I was hoping you might give me more
of an extended interview.

I'm afraid I won't be making any
further comment.

You were very eloquent at the
prison.

I was very angry.

Perhaps you're worried your
arguments don't stack up.

That's an interesting tack. Please.

So, how do you deal

with what must be such a painful
conflict of interest?

I annoy the hell out of my boss, and
I drink. What about you?

Mostly I smoke, and I bite my nails.

What would you say if I told you
I'd discovered certain links

between Sean McBride and the police.

What kind of links?

Sean McBride was known to pass on
the occasional piece of information

when it suited him.

Do you know who he passed information
on to?

Bill Hobart.
Oh!

Mean anything?

Do you think I could ask you
a couple of questions?

I don't think so. I try never to
incriminate myself during work hours.

After work?
After work would be fine.

Right, get your hat.
Where we going?

You need to learn where your
loyalties lie, Constable.

Deb? It's Bill.

Deb, you remember Danny Parks.
Hello, Danny.

Hi.

Danny and I thought we'd call round
just to see how you're going.

That's very kind.

Jean! Would you mind popping in here
for a moment, please?

Oh!

Um, yes.

Would you mind terribly just laying
down on the floor over here?

Face up?
Face down.

This is still...
Sean McBride, yes.

Well, you know what I think.
Yes. Thank you.

Just down here.

That's right.

Um... do excuse me...
Oh!

I'm just... His leg... yeah.

Perfect.

Um, how old is she?
He's six months.

Oh, right.

Deb, have you got a small
screwdriver?

Yeah, it's in the kitchen.

I'll take him.

G'day.

Hello.

She's doing it tough.

It's not gonna get any easier.

Kid's not gonna have a dad.

Pension's not worth jack.

So, we've got to look after her,
don't we?

She's family.

You clear?
Yeah.

Good man. Thanks.

Here's Mummy.

Mattie, I borrow you
for a moment, please?

Come in and help me with something.

Can you please get a move on?
The rabbit's almost ready.

Yes, of course.

Jean, hop up for me for a moment, and
thr*aten each other, yes?

thr*aten each other.
Right.

Because you're fighting, you see,
you're fighting,

struggling with each other,

and, Jean, you would fall to the
floor, hitting your head.

Oh, really? What on?

Well, I don't know.

Oh!
How violent is this supposed to be?

The rabbit is done!

You can tidy up when you've
finished.

Right, so, a b*llet into the front of
the chest, yes,

but the head wound was at the back,
you see, so...

Well, maybe he hit his head on the
table as he fell.

No, no, no, it was too far away from
him, you see? The body was here.

Well, what sort of a head wound was
it?

Blunt force.

And there was nothing he could have
fallen on?

Someone else was there.

Someone else was in that bloody room.

Sorry to make you wait.
Peter will be out in a moment.

Oh, it's quite alright.

I imagine he's feeling somewhat
fragile.

I'll give him 'fragile'. Excuse me.

Timothy McBride, put that down!

Doctor. Seems like you've been
treating the whole family.

Yes. Father.

Bridget called me. Peter's not in
the good books today.

So I gather.
The wife's giving me hell.

Look, if I said anything before...
No, no, no. Forgotten.

Gentlemen, I think there was someone
else in the room

when Clive Cooper d*ed.

Peter, did Sean ever talk to you
about that night?

Well, I haven't seen Sean since he
went to jail.

We might leave it at that.

Father, forgive me for asking,

but where were you when Clive Cooper
was sh*t?

I was holding a private mass.

At 6:20 on a Thursday evening?

I minister to both my brothers,
Doctor.

Yes, of course.

Daniel.

How did Bill Hobart know I was going
to be at McBride's...

I was a bloody idiot to show you
that file.

You showed me the file
because I asked you to.

Yeah, well, don't ask me again.

You need anything, photos, files,
whatever,

check with the boss, alright?

Alright.

Clive was family!

What was that about?
None of your business.

Is this about Sean McBride?

You have no idea, Mattie, so shut
up.

Oh, so, now we see your true
colours, do we?!

Go talk to your boyfriend!

The night Clive Cooper showed up at
your place, what were you doing?

I was drinking.

So, why was he there?

Well, he was interviewing you regards
a robbery, was he not?

Ask them.
I'm asking you, Sean.

There was no robbery.

I gather you were friends
with Bill Hobart.

No!

Well, perhaps not friends.

Perhaps you just passed on the odd
bit of gossip

from time to time, is that right?

Sean, what was Clive
doing at your place?

Doc?

A word.

I know what you're doing.
And what's that?

I understand Imotil mimics the
symptoms of the original infection

without causing the ill effects,
is that right?

Our nurse has been doing her
homework.

Nurse is bloody worried about your
lack of ethics,

and I don't blame her!

Yes, of course. You've got an
execution to put on.

We mustn't keep your superiors
waiting.

Just because I'm a prison warden

doesn't mean I'm in favour of
capital punishment.

Keep your comments to yourself.

I have a duty of care to the patient,
Bill.

Not any more, you don't. I'm
relieving you of your duties.

Leftovers for lunch are on the
top shelf in the fridge.

How did you know?

Oh, intuition.

So, am I next?
Huh?

You were very rude to the Doctor last
night, Danny.

Well?
Well, it's alright for him.

He just waltzes in and do whatever
he wants.

Ha! Is that what you think he does?

Well, apart from making my life
impossible at work.

Yeah.

We're in his house, Danny.
Don't ever forget that.

Sometimes the Doctor has his mind on
other things.

He doesn't always notice the rest of
us.

Yeah, well, maybe he needs to.

Hmm. Maybe he does.

Mrs Cooper?

Mrs Cooper, it's Dr Blake!

Mrs Cooper!

Mrs Cooper, please.

Oh! Oof!

I told you to stay out of it...
Bloody...

Bloody hell, Bill!
Get the hell off!

Did it not occur to you that digging
around

in your usual cavalier fashion might
actually piss a lot of people off?

It did, yes.

Well, then we've nothing more to
talk about.

We do have one thing.

Cooper was one of your most
experienced men, was he not?

How did Sean McBride manage to
inflict a wound to the back of his
head

and then a g*nsh*t wound to the front
of his chest?

I mean, I just can't imagine McBride
getting the drop on him somehow.

I have no idea what you're talking
about.

Look, a table was overturned in the
fight.

There was small change on the floor.

That's part of the evidence file.

You don't bet on cards if you're
playing by yourself,

nor do you smoke corked and uncorked
cigarettes.

Someone else was in that room when
Cooper was sh*t,

which makes Sean McBride's conviction
unsound, even if he confessed.

One of these days
I'm gonna k*ll you.

Look, one more thing.

The official reason for Cooper being
there

was to question Sean McBride about
the robbery.

What robbery, hmm?

Which robbery was it?

Sean McBride certainly doesn't know.
Do you know why?

Because no-one's ever questioned him
about it.

Have you quite finished?
Nearly. Cooper was sh*t around 6:20.

Bill Hobart was outside the building

when Parks and Harris arrived at
6:30.

Now, why wasn't he inside?

Where was he when Cooper was sh*t?

I want you to explain to me what
this is all about!

What's going on?!

The superintendent's not happy, eh?

Nope.

What's Bill Hobart's usual pub?

The Pig and Whistle.

Well, I reckon he could use a drink
later on.

Yeah.

Hello. I was wondering if Dr Blake
is in.

Do you have an appointment?

I didn't have one earlier.
I remember.

It's Jean, isn't it?
That's right, Mrs McDonald.

Oh, you're Lucien's secretary,
aren't you?

I'm the Doctor's receptionist.

Wonderful. Would you mind giving him
this? It's the number of my hotel.

Tell him to call me.

Thank you, Jean.

Mrs McDonald, Dr Blake doesn't need
you making things difficult for him.

'Difficult'?

I know the kind of articles you
write.

How do you know I'm a journalist?
He speaks before he thinks.

I'm just asking you to respect him
when you're writing your articles.

His reputation is important to you.

I don't give a fig about his
reputation,

but he forgets that other people do.

I'm asking you to keep that in mind.

And that's speaking as his
receptionist, is it?
That's right.

Good afternoon, Mrs McDonald.

Oi, we're closed!

Two beers, thanks, Stan.

You've got a nerve.
So have you.

It's after closing time.

Thank you, Stan.

Where were you when Cooper was sh*t?

Here.

Yep.

Clive Cooper takes one in the chest

and I'm knocking back beers after
closing time.

Great.

So, you're here knocking 'em back,
Clive goes to visit Sean.

And the next time anyone saw you

was outside McBride's place after the
sh**ting, yes?

Yes.

Hmm.

Bill, how did you know to go there?

You chaps don't usually carry your
g*ns. Why was Clive carrying his?

Unless you were there the whole time.

Maybe you smacked your mate in the
back of the head.

Sean was going for his g*n.

Maybe... maybe you're the one who
pulled the trigger.

Why in God's name would I do that?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe you hated
him. Maybe you owed him money.

Maybe you were in love with his wife.

Maybe you'd been giving her one all
along.

I thought doctors were supposed to
be smart.

I wasn't the bloke giving her one.
Sean McBride was.

Mattie?

If I wanted to consult a child's
vaccination records,

how would I go about that?

You could ask the district nurse.

Yes. I thought so.

You realise this is the kind of
thing that gets you into trouble?

Yes.
Do you have an alternative plan?

No.
That's my point.

Mrs Cooper, it's Mattie O'Brien,
district nurse.

I apologise for the lateness of the
hour, Mrs Cooper.

I understand Andrew is late for his
diphtheria-pertussis sh*t...

Mrs Cooper, I'm Dr Blake.

Sean McBride told me he didn't k*ll
your husband, and I believe him.

How is that possible?

I don't know yet.

Then why are you telling me?

Because I'm trying to find a way
to save him.

Now, I know you and Sean were
intimate.

Did your husband know?

Mrs Cooper, this is really
important.

You must've cared about Sean.

Yes. Please, take your time.

Clive came home that night.
I don't know how he found out.

He was so angry.

Then he said he was going to Sean's?
He had a g*n.

I didn't know what to do.

So, you called Bill Hobart
at the pub.

I knew he'd be there.

Yes.

Mrs Cooper, have you seen Sean since
your husband d*ed?

Of course not.
No, of course.

Just one more question, if I may.

Is Sean the father of your baby?

I am sorry, Danny. I know I've made
things difficult for you.

Yeah, you did, but looks like you
were right.

I still can't prove it, though,
can I?

Bill being out the front when we got
there,

I didn't even think about it at the
time.

McBride was shouting at us,

and when he said he'd sh*t Clive,
Bill just headed straight for him.

And what did Sean do?

Well, he was waving his g*n around.

I fired at him, missed him, and got
him on the second sh*t.

He never took a sh*t at us.

He had b*ll*ts, he had time.

But he didn't sh**t.

I don't think he was ever going to
take a sh*t at you, Danny.

Bloody hell, Doc, I thought I was
gonna die!

If there's ever police stuff you
really need to know,

I'll try and tell you -
if it's important -

but it's gotta be my decision,
alright?

Alright, Danny.

Yes?

Your pacing up and down is keeping
me awake.

Oh!

There you are.

There was a note for you.
I left it on the kitchen table.

Yes, thank you. Jean?

Would you join me, please?

I, um... I know how you feel about
all of this.

Yes, you do.

It's just...

..they're going to hang Sean McBride
tomorrow

and I don't think he k*lled anyone.

In fact, I think he's protecting
someone.

Who?
Oh, I don't know.

Bloody Bill Hobart.

Why would he lie
to protect Bill Hobart?

I don't know,
but someone else was there.

Who else, then?

His brothers.
Well, that sounds more likely.

Who else would you put your life at
stake for?

Family.

It's always about family.

This is the news from the ABC.

The execution of convicted police
k*ller Sean McBride

will proceed today despite
last-minute appeals for clemency

from religious and anti-capital
punishment groups.

The execution date was postponed for
several days

due to an illness suffered by
McBride.

Public interest in the issue has been
mounting, but the premiere...

Doctor?

For Christ's sake, Blake, it's
circumstantial!

The entire case against Sean McBride
was circum-bloody-stantial!

He confessed!
It was a lie!

Cigarette butts, coins...
One of the brothers was there!

Oh, which one?
Peter!

Yeah, you're guessing! Admissions?
No.

Did McBride recant?
No!

Then you've got nothing.
They want someone to hang!

Oh, for God's sake, Lawson!
Just go home!

You've done all you can.
Just go home.

No, no!
One of you was there!

Sean's covering for you. For God's
sake, Peter, they're gonna hang him!

Ah, corked cigarettes.

Sean doesn't smoke corked

and yet there were both kinds of
butts found on the floor!

Just go.
Peter, is everything OK?

Yes, love, it's fine.
Oh, you've not told your wife.

Get out!

He's letting his brother take the
blame for something he didn't do...

Get out!
He's letting Sean die!

Now, is this the man you married?
What's he talking about?!

Really, surely not! Is this the man
you married - a coward?!

Just shut it! Get out of here!

Mattie, I need your help. Come on.

No. You stay here. I'll talk to her.

Now, Mattie...
No.

Men scare her now. You especially.

You stay here.

Bill! Bill! A word, please!

Doc?

What is it now?
Look, just hear me out.

It'll be alright, OK?

This is wrong!
Father.

No, this is not fair!
Sean deserves peace...

Is su1c1de a mortal sin, yes or no?
Of course it is.

Then going to his death voluntarily,

Sean's committing mortal sin,
and you made him do it.

Hello, Sean.

Sean?

Sean, this is Andrew.

You haven't met him,
but he's your son.

Your little boy.

Now, if you die, Andrew's going to
grow up without a father.

Do you really think he deserves that?

No.

Sean, who... who k*lled Clive Cooper?

I was playing cards with Sean.

I stepped outside
and I heard fighting.

When I came in, Sean was wrestling
with that copper.

The copper was really big.

He knocked Sean over
and pulled out his g*n.

I grabbed a chair and smacked him in
the back of the head.

But the bloke wouldn't go down.

I thought he was going to sh**t me.

So, I grabbed him.

That's when the g*n went off.

Then they called you.

It was your idea for Sean to plead
guilty.

Peter had a wife and three kids.

Don't say it, alright?

The Doc was right.

Could've ended so badly.
Yeah, I know.

Maybe that's why capital punishment
is wrong.

Just the thought of one innocent
person...

Yeah, well, that's great for you,
Mattie,

but I've come out of all this knowing
absolutely nothing.

But you do know Sean was innocent.

Yeah, he was, and we nearly k*lled
him for lying,

so what do I do next time?

A copper goes down and someone comes
at me with a g*n.

What do I do then?

I don't know.

You're an interesting man, Lucien.

Studied overseas, seen the world.

So, what am I doing here?

Yes.

I came back when my father was dying.
It was his practice.

This is a conservative town.

You're not going to make a lot of
friends here

with some of the views you hold.

Is this for the article?

No, this is for me.

Well, this seems as good a place
as any to try to make a difference,

and it's my home.

You were a POW, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

But what about you?

Were you always the intrepid reporter
from the Herald?

I married young.

He walked out, I needed a job,
and I was good with words.

And you still are.

I'm leaving tomorrow.
Oh, that's a pity.

I was hoping we could do this again.

Perhaps if you're ever in Melbourne.

Perhaps.

I should go. Thank you.

An absolute pleasure.

Morning.
Morning.

How was your night?
Fine.

How was yours?

Mmm. Fine.

I see your friend's
written a little article.

Quite well-written, I thought, too.

Really?
Mmm.

Does she quote me?

No.

Sorry.

It is my pleasure
to declare

the Ballarat Begonia
Festival

officially open.

You hypocrites!

Why don't you
just pay me off

the way you're
paying him off?!

You'll get yours,
especially you, Ormond!

Ormond was m*rder*d.

Jesus, that's all we need.

I'm sure it wasn't
what Ormond needed.

I've spent enormous amounts

bringing this festival to Ballarat.

How much did you offer him?

I'd stop making wild
accusations, Doctor.

Is that a thr*at?

That's advice.

So, they were
both there
at the same time,

Manos and Griffith.

Their cars were
definitely there.

Why were they both there?

They hate each other.

We can have a nice, calm chat
about this, alright?

Bloody hell!
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