01x09 - All That Glitters

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Admit it, doc,
you've got no hope.

28 to win,
you've got two throws left.

I don't want to put you off but
I can't see it happening, eh?

They call my Dr Dart, Danny.

Ah, that would be 12.

Double eight to win.
Loser buys the last round.

OK, I'll buy the drinks
if you win

because you've got no chance.

Dr Blake!

Thanks for that, Joe.

I just wondered if you'd had
any more thoughts about
tomorrow night?

No.

Ten to six, gentlemen!
Last drinks!

You and the Consul
both saw action

on Malay Peninsula
during the w*r.

The board actually thought
you'd like to introduce him.

Please don't take this
the wrong way, Joe.

I'd rather have typhoid.

Right that bell,
you a shout at the bar. Righto.

Drinks are on me.

Hang on, hang on. Money upfront.

Five quids should cover it.
How about this instead?

Where'd you get this from?
Dug it out of the ground,
where else?

Hmh! Drinks are on Arthur!

Hey, hey, hey,
you still owe me a drink.

Didn't you hear that?
Drinks are on Arthur.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Show yourself, you coward!

Ah!

♪ Theme music

What were you doing down here
this morning, Mr Vernick?

sh**ting.

Oh, is this your property?
Nope.

You usually go out sh**ting on
other people's properties, do ya?

Nope.

Danny.
Doc.

Need a hand?
I'm sure I can manage,
Bill, thank you.

That you, Blake?

Well, you took your time.

Try not to slip.

You might want to watch your step
there.

No wallet, no ID.

His name's Arthur.

Surname?
I don't know.

Came in at the pub last night
telling everyone he'd struck gold.

Well, that was smart.

You right, there?

Yes, I'm fine.
You don't look it.

He's changed his clothes.

Got rid of the beard.

Aftershave.

Island Bay rum.

I reckon it's dodgy.

You mind if we talk about this
somewhere else?

Broken ladder rung.
It was thrown on top of him.

Someone threw him down here first
and broke the ladder

to make it look like an accident.

I'm sorry, I'm going to have
to get out of here.

He was m*rder*d.

What's he doing now?

Lawson!

Tyre track.

Made after Arthur's car arrived.

By a motorcycle stopping
about here.

Margaret.
Doctor.

My appointment, I'm so sorry.

It's been a terrible morning.

Margaret, who's that?
It's Dr Blake!

Please don't say anything about
my tests in front of Eric.

Of course.
Come in.

Thank you.

Well, your tests were fine.

There's no reason you shouldn't be
able to conceive a child.

If there is
a physiological problem...

..it's not yours.

Now, I appreciate you've had
something of a shock
this morning...

What do you mean, doctor?

The police?

I'm sorry, I thought...

Margaret, what the devil
are the police doing here?

Doctor.
Eric.

Well?
I don't know.

Good morning.

I understand a man named Arthur
rents the bungalow at the back.

Yes? Name's Arthur Pike.
Why?

Uh, Mr Pike d*ed
in his gold mine overnight.

We don't know the cause of death
at this time

but we're treating it
as suspicious.

Just wondering if Constable Parks
and I could come in

and take a look
at his living quarters.

Certainly.

Did you see him last night,
Mr Reid?

I was in the club all night.

Haven't seen the fellow
for weeks.

OK, could you open the door
and step aside for me, please?

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

Two hours to tell these people,
what took you so long?

He's just their boarder and

you're pre-empting
the investigation.

And why would I do that?
I don't know.

Because you're a pain
in the arse?

Leave. Now.

I mean it. Go.

Oh, it's gorgeous, isn't it?

Are they sapphires?

And a pearl in the middle.

One of these days you'll be
wearing a ring like this.

I can't wait.

Any patients?
Two.

You'd know that yourself if you'd
come through the front door.

Dr Blake, this is Eadie.

Ah, the bride to be.
Congratulations.

Thank you.

Eadie, you still looking
for something borrowed?

I thought you might like
to wear this.

Oh, it's lovely. You sure?

No, never gets worn anymore.

Your parents must be
very excited.

Oh, my mum is on the warpath.

Oh, why?

She doesn't want me to quit work
after the wedding.

Ah.
We had such a fight.

Can't blame her.
Mattie!

You don't want to stop working
entirely, do you?

Yes, I do.

Some women are more than happy
to just be wives and mothers,
Mattie.

Exactly.

How was your dead body?

Pretty quiet.

Gold prospector, Arthur Pike.

..isn't it?

So, are you going to stop nagging
me about quitting my job?

Or can we try on that dress?

You going to the reception
tonight?

For the new British consul?

No.

Well, you'll be missing out.

It'll be a lovely occasion.

So I'm told.

You know he was in Singapore?

Like you were.

You might find you have
something in common.

I doubt that.

Oh...

Now, tell me about these dizzy
spells of yours.

I get them every morning
when I get out of bed.

Lucien... Your hands.

You know I always get nervous
in your company.

You're avoiding the question.

This town would do well to see
a whole lot more of you, Lucien.

It's beautiful.

Do you think?
Mm-hm, yes.

You'll be brilliant,
I just know it.

You alright?

Yes. Right as rain.

Knock, knock.
Ah.

Everybody.

Baby.

Wow, um, well, we should go.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Bye-bye!
Bye!

She could do so much better
than him.

Come on.
Can I take this off now?

Mm-hm.

I have an idea.

Let's save some time, then.

Two cranial blunt force
trauma injuries.

The first, inflicted
by something cylindrical.

Pot?
Exactly.

But I think the second one
k*lled him.

Probably hit his head on the side
of the mine shaft

when he fell down.

Great.

Goodness, you sound surprised.

Now, these burn marks.

Gus, what do you make of them?

Um, they're recent,
second degree,

distending to
the reticular dermis.

Looks like he was tortured.

Oh, come on. What self-respecting
torturer would focus

all his attention on the forearms

and leave the genitals untouched?

Do you know
a self-respecting torturer?

Once upon a time I knew
a whole squad of them.

Now, look, there's some atrophy
in this left leg.

It looks like he's had some kind
of surgery on that left ankle.

Wouldn't you say?

Why don't you just take my job?

I could spend more time
with patients who have a pulse.

Oh, Gus. You have no idea how much
I enjoy our little chats.

Cranial blunt force, d*ed after
being thrown down the mine shaft.

Why are you here? Parks!

Sir?
Get a witness statement
from the doctor.

Witness statement?

That way.

We're interviewing everyone
who was in the pub last night.

Ah. And who's going to be taking
your statement, Danny?

I am.

Be careful
you don't incriminate yourself.

Who do you remember there?

You, and I want a rematch.

What time did you leave
last night?

6.10.

You find anything
in Arthur's flat?

No gold.
Stolen?

Someone broke into his flat
after he d*ed.

Now, after you left the pub...
Anything else?

Um, in his room?

Driver's licence.

Had to tear the place apart
to find it.

Was in a book under his bed.

In a book?

Ah.

And where do you keep
your licence, Danny?

In my wallet.
Hmm.

May I see it? This licence?

Doc.

Come on, Danny.

Well done.

Anything else with his name on it?

No.

Car registration?

Yeah, the car was bought
with cash.

The rego wasn't transferred.

Can you hurry up, please?

What about Margaret Reid?

Margaret Reid, did she tell you
anything else about her board?

He was a gold prospector,
that's all she knew.

Well, I'll tell you something.

His hands were as soft
as a baby's bum.

Arthur Pike never lifted a shovel
in his life.

Oi! What are you doing here?

Haven't made up my mind.

What's down there?
Nothing.

Let's say I wanted to find out.

You sh**t many rabbits with that?

All kinds of vermin.

Well, happy hunting.

There'll be dancing tonight,
you know?

Oh. Is it lunchtime already?

No. No, I just thought you might
be practicing for the reception.

By myself?

Well, you need all the practice
you can get.

I can... I can help you
if you like.

I'm not sure the consul
appreciates barn dancing

but thanks anyway.

I can dance.

Is that how you arrest people?

You do know I'm supposed to lead?

Is that what you're doing?

I thought
you just looked nervous.

I've arrested much worse
than you.

Oh, I'm scared now.

And you should be.

You're undone.

Got you.

How are you, Rod?

Listen, just wondering,

that nugget that chap brought in
last night,

you still got it?
Yeah, why?

I'm a metallurgist.

And I always thought
you were a doctor.

Ah, I'm always galvanising,
brazing, plating,

can't get enough of the stuff.

Anyone ever tell you
you're full of it?

All the time.

Ah.
Caused a bit of a fuss
last night.

At least a half a dozen guys have
gone out today with shovels.

How many drinks did this thing buy
last night?

Less than it could have.

I told the bloke
he could have used it on tick.

Said he didn't need tick.
He was leaving town.

Where was he going?
Didn't say.

Tell you what, I'll have it
back to you within the hour.

Make sure you do.

I don't trust blow-ins.

Have you given any more thought
to making the speech tonight?

None at all.
What do you think, Joe?

Well, it's good quality.
Reasonable size too.

Easy to sing. Would buy you
a fair few drinks.

Many people coming in
with strikes these days?

Oh, it's a gold rush town.

Perhaps we can expect fist fights
in the main street again, eh?

Liven things up a bit.

Had Arthur ever
brought you gold before?

He wouldn't come to me.

There are bigger dealers.

So what would you do, Joe?
You're down in the mine,

you're swinging your pick,
you strike gold.

Would you leave town?
Probably.

I can't stand mines.

Tell me,
what would you say that is?

Uh, quartz?

And here, this black stuff
on the side?

It looks like... I don't know.

Some form of carbon.

Coal.

Coal in a gold seam, is that...?

It's not usual.

Look, can you please give
some more thought to tonight?

If you don't do it, I'll have to

and I hate public speaking.

Me too.

Let's see
what this thing's worth.

Mattie!

Just wondering, Mr Stirling
rostered on this evening?

I can check if you like, why?

I want a second opinion. There's
a scar on the body I examined.

Where's the scar?
Left ankle.

Anterior or posterior?
Anterior.

Any atrophy in the leg?
Yes.

It could be tendon transfer
surgery. Post-polio.

Polio. Of course.

Mattie, you're brilliant.

Melbourne General was the only
place that did work like that.

Are you coming tonight?
I'll be busy.

Doing what?
Haven't decided.

Yes, the name was Pike.

Arthur Pike.

Well, um...

I'm guessing the operation
would have been some...

..30 odd years ago, yes.

Any chance I could come and take a
look at those records for myself?

Oh, really?

That would be tremendous.

I'll get it!

Thank you!

Um, yes, thank you so much.
Much appreciated.

Eadie!
Can we see the doctor?

Of course.
Don't fuss, I'm alright.

No, it's not alright.
I'm fine.

No, no, no, come through.
Come through.

Eadie.

Scratched it you said, huh?
More like a splinter.

What from?
A fence.

I think it's infected.

When did this happen?

Uh, yesterday.

I tried to dig it out last night.

Alright.

Well, you'll have septicaemia
if we don't get a wriggle on.

So, hold still for me.

And...
Ah!

There we are.

How about that?

Now, you're going to need
some penicillin

so just sit tight.

Jean, would you draw me up
a penicillin sh*t, please?

Of course.

And phone the police.

Eadie, you work at the council
land titles office, don't you?

Yes.

I imagine that would involve
a lot of digging through records.

Now, what was on the other side
of that fence

that was so important?
Eh?

You said you got the splinter
jumping a fence.

Just taking a shortcut home
from work.

Really? What time?
About five.

Oh. I saw you at the pub
after that.

Your hand was fine,
you were playing darts.

Maybe it was later,
I can't remember too well.

Oh, really.

Ah!

That splinter in your hand
came from the ladder

in Arthur Pike's mine.
What?

After you left the pub last night,

you had Eadie go back and find
the exact location of that mine

and then you rode over there
on your motorcycle.

No, no, Russ, listen.

You're going to have
to concentrate

on what you're going
to tell the police.

What? No, I didn't do it.

It's alright.

Call a solicitor from here,
I'll find the number for you.

There's no way
Russ k*lled that man.

Evening.
Lucien.

Alright, he may not
have k*lled him.

But he was there last night.
And that makes him a k*ller?

No, but it will make the police
very curious.

Well, Eadie's beside herself.
She said YOU called the police.

Actually, Jean called them.

This isn't funny.

Come on.

I thought you didn't like him.
Russ is an idiot.

But he doesn't pretend to be
anything else.

I thought even you would be able
to see that.

I'm off to the reception.
I won't expect you there.

And that was
the ABC Studio orchestra

with King And Country

which provides the perfect entree
to my very special guest,

the British Consul General,
Sir Richard Lambeth,

who arrived in Ballarat
this afternoon.

Welcome, Your Excellency.
Thank you.

Is this your first visit
to Ballarat?

It is and what a beautiful place.
Beautiful.

Wonderful architecture
and such generous people.

Everyone has been
most hospitable.

Hospitable.

And there's your reception
tonight of course.

I'm looking forward to it
enormously.

Her Majesty speaks so warmly
about the reception she received

here in 1954.

It'd be lovely
to have one of my own.

Lovely.

And of course this coincides
with the news

that Singapore is about to become
a fully self-governing colony.

As you know, I was on the Malay
Peninsula during the w*r

and it simply...

You told my wife she's barren
because of me.

Eric!
If it's because of you,
that'd mean she's not barren.

You come into my house,
you poison my marriage.

Oh, please! The poisoning occurred

long before I showed up
on the scene.

You're drunk.
And you're a liar.

Oh, look! The British Consul.

Hoorah for Singapore.

By the way, I thought you said you
were here at the club last night.

Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, uh...

..on behalf of
the British Australia Society...

..it's my pleasure to welcome
the British Consul

here to... to Ballarat.

And...

A-and isn't it great
to have him here?

Terrific work done...

Thank you, Joe, thank you.

And yes, it's an absolute delight
to have the British Consul here.

Truly a delight. Richard Lambeth,
ladies and gentlemen.

Let's give him another round
of applause, shall we?

Thank you, Joe, thank you.

You know, I was listening to d*ck
on the wireless.

You don't mind if I call you d*ck,
do you?

Of course not.

I was listening to d*ck
on the wireless.

He was talking
about the terrific work

the Poms are doing in Singapore
since the w*r.

Of course, that depends
on how you define

famine, neglect and
revenge k*lling, really,

but none of that, none of that,
is d*ck's fault.

Of course, so let's give him
another round of applause!

What do you say? Hear! Hear!

Yes!
Don't call me d*ck.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You should have mentioned.

Turns out the Consul
doesn't like d*ck.

Anyway, I was thinking,
we love it

when the Empire
sends one of its own to tell us

how splendidly we're all doing.

Jolly good.

Wonderful, eh? Chin up!
Stiff upper lip!

Yes, we might have abandoned you
lot to die when the Japs att*cked.

But d*ck's here to tell us that
everything is just... lovely now.

Of course, Singapore is just one
in a long line of

complete stuff-ups.

I mean, how could we forget
the sewers, hmm?

Or the Song.

What about the complete bloody
balls-up at Gallipoli?

Look, I think
it's about time you left. Now.

No! You're the one to leave.

I lost my wife and my child
in Singapore

when you lot buggered off.

If your lot hadn't been
such cowards...

Oh, how dare you!
Blake!

Do you think he'll be alright?

Nothing that a night behind bars
won't fix.

I'm going to bed. Goodnight.
Goodnight.

Night, Mattie.
Goodnight.

So much for dancing.
Yeah.

Thanks to the doc.

Well, it w as pretty interesting.

Yeah, yes, it was.

Goodnight.
Goodnight.

Punched a cop in the face?
Apparently.

Why?
Because it was there.

Proud of yourself?

Have you been charged?

Detectives are coming up from
Melbourne in the morning.

I came to you for help.

Tell me about how you came to have
that piece of ladder in your hand.

Why should I?

The bloke in the pub said
he'd struck gold.

I thought I should go
take a look.

You thought you'd steal it
from him?

Well, I was going to dig
some more up.

At night?
I'm getting married in a week.

I just... I just wanted
to give Eadie a honeymoon.

Keep talking to me.
Tell me about that ladder.

It was rotten.

As soon as I got on it,
the rungs broke under me.

Bloody nearly fell in.

You must have seen Arthur's car.

But there was no light on.

Look, I even sang out
down the hole.

What's wrong with you?

I'm just a little bit anxious.

All you did was punch someone.

They reckon I k*lled a bloke.

A few years ago I was...

..put in a very...
confined space for...

..stealing a can of pineapple.

How long?
40 days.

For a tin of fruit?!

Do me a favour, just...

Just keep talking, would you?

I... Anything.
I don't care what it's about.

My dad's a dentist.
A dentist!

Dentistry, I love that, come on.

Talk to me about that,
tell me all about that.

He reckons that putting fluoride
in the water's dangerous

because nobody knows
what it'll do.

He reckons if kids ate walnuts,
you know, that'll fix everything.

Nuts.
You know?

Fluoride comes from smelting.

I mean, do you really want to
drink that stuff?

..God, it's like,
why would you pay

ten shillings for a jumper

that your mum can knit you
for nothing?

I mean, it doesn't make sense.

And besides, she loves me.

♪ Well, I'm just starting school

♪ Like a real, real cool

♪ Gonna shake, gonna jive

♪ Get the message
that I gotta be alive

♪ I'm a wild boy
Ooh, yeah!

♪ I'm a wild boy... ♪

You know anything else?

We can place him at the scene
but that's all we've got.

I've held him on a lesser charge.

You were stationed at St Kilda
for a while, weren't you?

Yeah, a few years ago.
Hmm.

Really landed on your feet here,
haven't you?

Yeah, I spoke to the prisoner.
He's...

Got any tea?
Pardon?

Tea in a pot. Got any?
In the kitchen.

One white, one black, no sugar.

Where's your interview room?

Up the stairs.
Bring the prisoner up, can you?

Make some tea. Bill.

Russ, time to get up.

Didn't know your middle
name was Radcliffe.

After my grandfather.

I'm sure he's very proud.

Before you charge that boy,
you should talk to Eric Reid.

Why would I do that?

I don't think Russ is capable
of k*lling anyone.

It's out of my hands.
Homicide are on to him.

I...

I am truly sorry, Matthew.

People have been very patient
with me and...

..I certainly wouldn't blame them

if they decided
they'd had quite enough.

Is this a confession?
Are you a priest?

So you ever bloody stop?

Arthur Pike's not the bloke's
real name.

His driver's licence was forged.

No record of him anywhere.

I thought you said
this was out of your hands.

The body has a scar from
tendon replacement surgery.

Melbourne General was the only
hospital doing that kind of work.

Anything else I should know?

You really should talk
to Eric Reid.

He said he was at the club
when Arthur was k*lled

but he didn't sign in.

And why would Eric Reid k*ll him?

Oh, I don't know.

You do realise that
given your arrest last night,

I'm required by law to sack you?

Yes.

But I'd rather you didn't.

You made a splash.

I'm afraid I don't remember it
too well.

Wish I could say the same.

I thought I might take a drive
down to Melbourne later on

if the afternoon's free.

Who do you think you are, Lucien?

I embarrassed you.
Oh, I don't care about
the embarrassment.

It's the lecturing I don't like.

And the fact that you think
you're the only one who matters.

Everyone in that room
lost someone or something.

You're not the only one.

You embarrassed yourself.

But you insulted the rest of us.

Just through the back, thanks.

Ah, Mr Springer.

Is the doctor in?
No, he's in Melbourne.

But I can make an appointment,
if you like.

No, I don't want an appointment.

I want an apology.

And then I never want
to see him again.

Right. Well, I'll pass that on.
Do that.

You tell him from me
he's an arrogant fool.

Sorry, I won't be
telling him that.

No, no, that'll be right.

You work for him, don't you?

I have my own mind, Mr Springer.

You know what people say
about the two of you.

I will let him know
that you called!

God, I hate polio.

You have a patient.

Mrs Reid?

Thank you, Jean.

Margaret. What a surprise.

I thought after last night
you'd be changing doctors.

Actually, I agree
with everything you said.

Not that I'd tell Eric.

Well, you did tell Eric
about your test results.

I thought you didn't want him
to know.

He wondered you came
to our house.

I'm sorry, he can be...

Persuasive?

He can be a bully.
Ah.

Doctor, I think
I might be pregnant.

Does Eric know?
No.

And you believe
Arthur Pike is the father?

Your reaction to his death was not
the reaction of a landlady.

There was an unopened bottle
of champagne in his room.

And I think he was planning
a celebration with female company

and of course, Eric is unable
to have children.

You know of course
Arthur Pike is not his real name?

Yes.

It was John Strickland.

Who was he?

I don't know what he'd done.

But he was kind.

He should never have told people
he'd found the gold.

So why did he?

Really, why?

Especially given the fact that
he didn't actually find any.

But he did. I saw it.

Where did he keep it?
I don't know.

Doctor...
I was going to leave Eric.

John was overjoyed
about the baby.

What can I do?

Brian? What's happened here?

Brawly last night.
Five blokes injured.

Ah. Blow-ins?

I'd love a beer.
Yeah, mate.

Russ Barlow's been charged
with the m*rder of Arthur Pike.

Actually, his name
was John Strickland.

You learned that
down in Melbourne?

No, Margaret told me.

Who was he?
Absolutely no idea.

But he had an affair
with Margaret.

What?

Well, we can rule Eric Reid out.
Thank you, Brian.

He was busy on the night
of the m*rder.

Doing what?

I would have thought
a bloke like you

would at least have a s*ab at it.

No!

Eric... Bloody hell!

Woman swears he was with her.

Apparently their usual
Wednesday night.

Happy family there.

Anyhow, Margaret said
she saw the gold.

Where is it now?

I thought I told you to piss off!

There's no gold here.

Maybe we're just not looking
hard enough.

I know because
I bloody looked for it.

This used to be my claim.

It must have made you pretty angry
when you found out he'd struck
gold.

You know, I'm still curious.

What is down there?
Nothing.

Really?

Maybe I'll just take
a little look.

You want to sh**t me? Hmm?

You want to k*ll me?

And then what?

You thought about that?

Look, I worked this mine
for ten years.

There was nothing and then
this bastard strikes it rich.

It would have driven me mad too.

But you've got a decision to make.

You either sh**t me in the back.

Or you get the hell out of here
right now.

What?!

Did you report it?
No.

He took a sh*t at you.
Yes.

Well, I imagine people
are lining up for the chance.

I'm sure you're probably right.

Um, Jean...

If you were running away from town
with your adulterous lover...

..what would you do?

And this is something I don't
want anyone to know about?

You most certainly do not.

Well, I'd make appointments
for the following day

knowing I'd never make them.

I'd be sure of where
I was going to.

And then I'd pack the car.

Apparently, John Strickland was
interviewed about a gold theft

two years ago. They couldn't find
anything on him.

How much was stolen?
£20,000.

Taken from a dealer in Melbourne.

Hmm, listen, do me a favour.

Charge Jan Vernick
with gross stupidity

and confiscate his r*fle,
would you?

Sir, we've got it!

Oh!
Ah...

Old ingots are stamped.
He must have molten them down.

You see a foundry
out there anywhere?

No.

That would be how he got
the blue marks on the arm.

Whoever k*lled him came back
and ransacked his room.

And they're probably
still looking.

You think Vernick had something
to do with it?

I don't know. What kind of car
does he drive?

Well, Jan doesn't drive a car.

Oh, my head hurts.

There's some Bex
in the bathroom cupboard.

Crazy old Jan Vernick's
at the mine.

And there's a car there. Thing is,
Jan Vernick doesn't own a car.

Stolen?

The gold was stolen, not the car.

By the way, Joe Springer
dropped in earlier to see you.

Yeah? Is he armed as well?

I think he'd appreciate
an apology.

Yes, I...

I probably should do that.
You do have something in common.

He took over
the family business too.

It's a tragic story, really.

They were gold merchants
in Melbourne

until his father got robbed
and he lost everything.

£20,000.
His father d*ed soon after that

and Joe moved the business here
with his mother to start afresh.

Jean, I'm a bloody fool.
Well, I wouldn't go that far.

No, no, no, the car.

It's his car.
He's still looking for the gold.

Hello?

Are you here?

Over here.

Where are you?
Here.

Oh, Joe.

Are you hurt?

I don't think so
but I can't move.

The wall caved in.

I was just having a look around.

That's alright, Joe,
I know why you're here.

£20,000 worth of gold stolen
from your father's safe.

And John Strickland
was his accounts clerk.

Who?
Joe, come on.

You know, that chap you recognised
who walked into the pub.

Hang on, hang on.

My dad saved for his retirement
his whole life.

And it was gone in one night.

Ruined him.

He was already sick.

But after that, he just...

..stopped eating.

Wasted away, did nothing.

He was m*rder*d.

Just as if he'd been stabbed
in the heart.

Well...

..we found the gold.

It was in Strickland's car
the whole time.

Ah, just leave me down here.

I'm afraid I can't do that, Joe.

Still don't understand
why Strickland chose

to announce it
to the whole world.

Imagine, £20,000 worth of gold
to explain away.

What are you going to do? Buy a
mine and announce you struck gold.

He just chose the wrong pub
to do it in.

Sir, bloke in the cell just had
a bit of an accident.

Go on.
I need to talk to you
about this business.

Hello, lads.
Good to see you again.

Bring Barlow along,
we're taking him into remand.

Uh, you just missed him.

Missed him?
Yeah.

I let him go.

What, you haven't heard?

you charged the wrong bloke.

It's easy to do
when you're still learning.

Did it myself once.

The real culprit's downstairs.
Here's his confession.

Get you some tea?

First of all, Eric,
let me just say,

thank you for coming in,
I know you didn't want to.

I owe you two apologies.

Firstly, I apologise
for insulting you

and indeed the entire town
at the reception.

I have no excuses.

The Brits have always done
the right thing by us.

Yes.

And apology number two.

There was a mistake
with Margaret's tests.

The results got mixed up
with someone else's and I...

..I jumped to conclusions.

The lab sent their profuse
apologies as do I, of course.

But the good news is,
there's absolutely no reason

why you can't have children.

That is good news,
isn't it, darling?

I always knew it wasn't my fault.

Yeah, well, it was never
anyone's fault, Eric.

Now, you have a very special wife.

And if you want to have kids...

..you're going to have to be
very kind to her.

It's not that bad, you know.

Jean's a goddess with a needle.

It's the model I take issue with.

You look amazing.

When I take it off,
you can have it.

Not sure it'll fit.

Well, it's the only way
you'll ever get into my dress.

Eric?

Thank you.

Ah, no more patients?

I told you,
you'd offended people.

I certainly never meant
to insult you.

And you're right.

I was only thinking of myself.

And I know I'm not the only person
who lost someone.

How dare you?
You did to her
what you did to me.

You are going to pay
for what you've done.

Hazel d*ed before she was hanged.

Don't you open your mail
these days?

Your wife and child were
last seen there, weren't they?

Yes.

Their search
continues.

Patient d*ed on
your watch two years ago,

a Mrs Ferguson
who left you her estate.

You're a loose cannon, Blake.

Get out of here
before you do any more damage.

You have my resignation.

Effective immediately.

Piece by piece,
you've unravelled

everything your
father has built.