01x10 - Someone's Son, Someone's Daughter

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My money's on McDougal
by three lengths.

Geldings are the ones to watch.

Being a gelding doesn't guarantee
a win, Mr Nicholson.

They're stronger, statistically.

And fillies generally develop faster
than colts, statistically.

Well, it also depends on the
terrain.

I read somewhere that horses that
run over dirt

are more muscular than turf horses.

Regardless , it's unusual for a race
mare to mix it with the boys.

Makes you wonder how a mare won
the Cup in '56, then.

Hazel, you don't have a hope

of getting your funding application
through.

May the best horse win.

Mahoney - 1, Nicholson - 0.

Do you think Nicholson will ever
give you any peace?

Not in my lifetime.

Oh! The race has started, everyone!

Into the straight for
the Cup coming up,

was in front and going great g*ns,
showed the way around the corner.

Travel Boy further out.
That's Sir Acron!

They're followed by Dabbr Gold,
Grand Gary, Valeria Choctaw,

and then Royal Jasper and McDougal
finishing fourth,

throwing out Travel Boy...

They're coming up on Travel Boy...

And McDougal wins the Cup
from Dabber Gold!

I've never won anything
before.

Oh, Milana came last. What does that
say about my betting skills?

I'm buying the drinks tonight.

Listen, I can't believe you
did it to someone else.

What are you talking about?

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

You had a responsibility
as her mentor!

Instead of supporting her,
you let her down!

How dare you! How do you know - have
you been going through my things?

I had to know, and I was right.
You did to her what you did to me.

I have got enough responsibilities
without having to deal with this...

You know what? You are gonna pay for
what you've done.

Hey. Do you want to come for a drink
at the Royal Arms?

Oh, can't. Some of us are rostered
first thing tomorrow.

Suit yourself.

Oh!

Shh! Shh!

Hey, thanks for walking us.
I promised I would.

Do you need me to walk you home?

No!
Good.

'Cause while they were setting up,

I snuck a bottle of champagne
from the car park!

It's in my room!

Shh!

Shh!

Just let me go to the bathroom.
Oh, OK.

I'll be back.
OK.

Bye!

Linda! Hey!

Hey, what is it? What's happened?

Come on, up you get. That's it.

Dear God, Hazel!

Grab the rope! Come on!

Quick, loosen it!

Further, further, further!

It's Mahoney!

Miss Mahoney?

Please be alright! Please!

Come on, Hazel!

Mattie, we're too late!

Hazel?

Please, she's gone!

Who found her?

Linda Butler and Mattie O'Brien.

Thank you all for your assistance.

If you'd like to make your way back
to your dorm rooms.

Superintendent Lawson,
Geoffrey Nicholson.

I'm the chief surgeon
at this hospital.

I'd like to stay, if I may.

This is my hospital.

It may be your hospital,

but I'm the police surgeon
and I'm asking you to leave.

The deceased is Hazel Mahoney.
You know her?

Yes, we served on the hospital board
together. su1c1de?

Blake, I'd like a word later.

Of course. My surgery hours are nine
to five, seven days a week.

Feel free to make an appointment
with my receptionist.

I need to know numbers for the
monthly board meeting.

Will be you be attending?
Interesting, isn't it?

A colleague's body
lies a few feet away

and all you can think about
is a board meeting.

Maybe you need to learn a thing or
two about post-mortem etiquette.
Excuse me, Geoffrey.

The little step-stool
in the laundry...

I moved it out of the way
so I could get to her.

Right. Do you remember which way
the steps were facing?

Uh... they were facing the door.

The door.

That's interesting.

Mattie, how about you let me
walk you home?

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

No, no, you let Danny take you home.
Try and get a good night's sleep, eh?

Well, given the circumstances,

I could accompany the body to the
morgue and perform the autopsy now.

No, no. Hazel was a close colleague
of yours.

We need someone impartial
for the job.

Think of it as post-mortem
etiquette.

Only one of you need to do the
autopsy. I'm sure Gus can handle it.

Just make sure you keep Mr Nicholson
happy, alright?

Why is that?

Just trying to reduce the amount of
times that you piss people off.

It arrived for you today.
Thank you.

Everything alright?

There's been a death at the hospital.
Hazel Mahoney.

No!

Yes. One of the good ones.
What happened?

su1c1de.
No, she doesn't seem the type.

My thoughts exactly.

And it's put me in the f*ring line of
bloody Geoffrey Nicholson.

Oh, on top of everything else?

I'm terribly sorry
to hear about Hazel.

Me too. Me too.

Well, goodnight, Jean.
Goodnight.

Morning, Mattie.
Morning.

Thought you might
be taking the day off.

I wanted to see if there was
anything I could do to help.

Hazel's family will be arriving
today to make funeral arrangements.

Yes. I expect it'll be quite
a sizeable turnout.

Well, first female surgeon at
Ballarat hospital.

Quite an achievement in itself.

Yes. She made such a difference.

Indeed, and she would have made even
more of a difference

if that damned Geoffrey Nicholson
hadn't gotten in the way.

Well, not the easiest man to work
with, I don't imagine.

Do you think Geoffrey Nicholson
is the reason

why Hazel did what she did?

I think that man could drive anyone
to the brink. I'll see you later.

Clearly ignoring orders again.

Hazel Mahoney was a colleague of
yours too, Gus.

Perhaps you shouldn't be here either.

Yes. Maybe she could do her own
autopsy.

What do we know?
She dropped from about three feet.

Corresponding ligature furrow around
the neck.

No hangman's fracture?

It was only a three-foot drop.

We need to take body weight into
account. Look here, Gus.

Abrasion to the neck,
matches the rope.

Ah. Fresh puncture marks,
the upper leg region.

We'll need a toxicology report.
Good suggestion.

Resuscitation marks on her chest.
Not sure why.

Well, that'd be Mattie O'Brien.

The other nurses said there were
early signs of rigor mortis.

Nurse O'Brien would have known
it was too late...

They were friends, Gus.
Anything else?

Yes. I'm moving to Melbourne.

Why - because I asked you
for a toxicology report?

I've been offered a job
at Royal Melbourne Hospital.

Congratulations.
What do you make of all this?

She was highly ambitious.

It's no secret Geoffrey Nicholson
stood in her way.

She couldn't handle it.
Yes, I agree.

At least, I would if it was,
in fact, su1c1de.

Remnants of a saliva trail here.

That's fairly standard.

Not when it round out of her mouth
and around the back of her head.

This suggests she d*ed horizontally.

Hazel d*ed before she was hanged.

You might still have a few things to
learn, Gus,

before you head off to impress
Melbourne.

Fancy a trip to the police station?
Why?

We need to report all this to Lawson.
I'm not meant to be here, remember?

Antecedent female, Caucasian,
40 years old, weight - 140lb.

Various injuries are consistent with
a crime,

such as bruising of the strap
muscle,

fracture of the superior horns of
the thyroid cartilage...

Gus? Gus, I tell you what.

How about you just skip to the part
he's interested in?

A ligature mark about the front of
the neck,

livor mortis blanched to light
pressure

and was consistent with the position
found.

In English?
It's irrelevant.

Someone strung her up.

Hazel's death was made to look
like su1c1de.

Any more good news
I could tell the family?

There were puncture marks on her
legs, evidence of recent injections.

I'll get back into
that toxicology report.

Er, you need to sign
the autopsy report.

Imagine working with that every day.

At least he's fairly laidback -
almost as laidback as his patients.

How do you manage it?

Well, the fact that
he's about to start

an impressive new job in Melbourne
helps no end.

Listen, I really want
to find out who did this.

Just as long as you leave

your personal feelings for
Geoffrey Nicholson out of it.

Geoffrey is very much in this.

You got any proof?
I'll find it.

Mattie O'Brien. Just a couple of
routine questions, Mattie.

Just come through here.

Hazel was
at the Melbourne Cup party,

and, yes, she had been drinking,
and then I saw her leave.

What time was that?
Umm, I couldn't say, really.

When was the last time you saw her?

In the corridor?
Was she with anyone?

Take your time, Mattie.

Parks.

Carol Stanning.
She's a nurse in the hospital.

Was there anything unusual abut
their exchange?

They were having a disagreement.
What about?

I don't know.
They usually disagree?

I can't... I don't really know.

Can you remember anything
about the conversation?

Well, Carol said, I think,
'You're gonna pay for this.'

What was the last interaction you
had with the deceased?

I asked her if she thought

Mr Nicholson would ever
give her any peace.

What was her response?

She said not in her lifetime.

Thanks for your help.

You alright?

The knot! The knot in the noose!

It wasn't tied properly.

If you're a doctor,
you would tie it in such a way

that you would several the spinal
cord so you die instantly.

Surgeons know all about knots.

They use them in their work all the
time for sutures and things.

It's like... the rope was just there
for show.

Parks, see what you can find out
about Carol Stanning.

I found Hazel's record book. It was
hidden in Carol Stanning's room.

Get her down here.

Well, she's on duty, sir.
I don't care.

Mattie?
They sent me home.

Well, perhaps not a bad idea, eh?

I didn't realise how many of
my photos had Hazel in them.

Yes. Oh!

You know she was on the verge of
implementing

a new surgical check list procedure.

Would have reduced the number of
avoidable deaths.

Let me guess. Most of the surgeons
found it insulting?

Plus, not to mention to mention the
amount of paperwork
that would have been involved.

Well, some surgeons didn't like
a woman telling them how to improve.

Yeah, well, that's silly

'cause something like that could've
saved people's lives.

That's right.

Very good surgeons often see
themselves as gods.

Geoffrey Nicholson?

Yes. Nicholson's a perfect case in
point.

That's a great sh*t.

That was taken at our Christmas
party only last year.

She looks so happy.

You know, Mattie,

I... I think someone else was
involved in Hazel's death.

I simply can't believe it was
su1c1de.

Yeah, that would make sense.

And... I'm going to head to the
hospital and find out all I can.

Found this in your dorm room.
It's Hazel Mahoney's record book.

I don't know how it got there.

It's a pretty valuable piece of
stationary.

It has a list of everyone's marks,
some of whom failed.

What's your point?

Well, I'm assuming that you passed
first time round.

I failed, actually. Miss Mahoney
graded me when I did my internship.

Had to repeat a year thanks to her.

Still holding that grudge?

No.

So, why the argument with Hazel on
Tuesday night?

Look, we care about our patients,

and we discuss
the best way to treat them.

Arguing can be part of that process.

Parks?

'You'll pay for what you've done.'

Do you often find yourself
in the middle of a fight?

Have to be strong.

It's a man's world out there,
and apparently in here as well.

I stand up for myself, and I'll stand
up for anyone else who needs me to.

Right.
So, that's why you stole the book?

I didn't take it, and I don't know
how it got there.

Right, here we go.

You think they'll miss mashed potato
on the cafeteria menu?

Hospital food is rarely missed.

Too true.

Mattie, you think you could lift that
on your own?

No. No, I didn't think so.

That certainly rules out

some of our more slightly built
nurses on the ward,

unless, of course,
they had some help.

Ah, Danny, how did you go?

What's with the bag of vegies?

It's an experiment
to see how she was strung up.

Right. Yeah, well, let me give you a
hand.

No, no, I want to see if it could be
done on his or her own.

Watch yourself, Mattie.

So, someone with a bit more strength
than you,

and perhaps as much as me.

If Hazel was standing on the step
stools with the intention of jumping,

I wonder which way she'd face.

Well, towards the door?

Yes.

I think someone wanting to su1c1de
would face the door in preparation,

in case someone was to walk in,

and if I jumped from this height,

I think there's every possibility my
neck would break.

What are they, Danny?

Well, you know that they're staff
files, so come on, ask me.

Alright. Would you mind opening
Geoffrey Nicholson's file for me?

You know I can't do that!

Well, could you do it for Hazel?

I got one more room to check,

so I'll come back and get the file
in a few minutes.

Good man. Thank you, Danny.

Blake.
Geoffrey.

I know you only want to talk about
the su1c1de, but I need to firm up
numbers for the meeting.

Yes, I'll be there.

Good. I was concerned
we might not get a quorum.

To be honest,
if we could run this place

without having to answer
to a group of board members,

everyone would be better off.

Like a dictatorship. Bravo. No wonder
Hazel and you didn't see eye to eye.

My working relationship
with Miss Mahoney

was cordial and professional.

I find that remark offensive, given
the circumstances.

The circumstances being that she was
m*rder*d.

Someone's gone to a great deal of
trouble if that's the case.

Where were you after the party?

I'll give my interview to the police
in due course.

Good. In the meantime, I'll let them
know you were evasive when asked the
question.

I'll also tell them that a patient
d*ed on your watch two years ago,

a Mrs Ferguson, who left you her
estate!

Think there'll ever be a day when
you and I can converse politely?

Geoffrey.
Any chance you could get Blake off
my back?

Consider it done.

Yes, Dr Lucian Blake.

Joy McDonald. How are you?

Oh, you're in town?

Er, yes, of course. I don't have
any more patients this afternoon.

Hazel Mahoney?

Jean, you're here. Perfect.

Er, yes.

Yes, Hazel weighed around 140lb.

I'm trying to work out how much
she weighed during her fall.

Why?

Well, it might tell me whether her
neck should have been broken or not.

Was her neck broken?

No.

I'm sorry, I'm not quite following.

Well, if I can prove that her neck
should have been broken,

due to her weight
and the height of the stool,

it might be proof enough for Lawson

to convince him that she was,
in fact, m*rder*d.

Would you mind just stepping on the
scales?

Hmm.

So, I'm Hazel Mahoney.

Yes, you are,

though I'll have to add a few more
pounds to the calculation here,

and, erm...

Yes, would you mind hopping up the
stool there for me?

I won't let you fall.

Oh!
There we are.

Wonderful. Now, when you jump onto
the scales...

Jump onto the scales?

Yes. It'll tell me what your dead
weight might be.

Right.
Yeah. Are you ready?

Oh! I'll get that.

Ah. He's in the surgery.

Do you do your best thinking
from up there?

Joy.

Carol stole it because of me.

Can you tell us why, Nancy?

Miss Mahoney warned me

that my grades might not be enough
to pass the year.

I told Carol at the party,

so she stole the doctor's record
book for me.

So, you and Carol, you stick
together?

She looks out for me.

So, if she told you
to jump off a bridge...

We didn't hurt Hazel.

I thought the grades I got
were unfair, so I told Carol.

You don't trust the marks
Hazel gave you?

A lot of the time we're marked

based on how confident we are
with our patients.

Which you're not?

Do you know how hard it is
to be strong in the world
for someone like me?

The world is set up
for people like you.

And you.

Were you instrumental in the death of
Hazel Mahoney?

No!

Where'd the burns come from?

Where'd the burns come from?!

They rope burns?

What brings you back to town?

I'm doing a piece
on a local surgeon.

Not Geoffrey Nicholson, I hope.

No. Patrick Tyneman has asked
that I write a profile piece.

On?
You.

Bloody hell.

Lucian, what did you honestly think
would happen when you introduced the
two of us?

It's hard to deny
you are a great story.

Besides, Patrick Tyneman
has contacts beyond Ballarat,

and my editor is one of them.

It's be slanderous.

Not if it's the truth.

And how much truth do you have on me?

You mean apart
from you shutting down

a factory full of migrant workers?

And according to Tyneman,
attacking a visiting British consul.

Yes, that was a good one.

And now going after a prominent
local surgeon.

Yes.

It's quite an impressive list,
isn't it?

Told you.

I still think the Nicholson story
is better, and I'll tell you why.

I did some digging,

and I found out a patient d*ed
on his watch a couple of years ago

and assigned property
to him in her will.

Not that he needs any more property,

but anyway, it'd make a terrific
story.

Like every other time you've
suggested a story.

Mo, no, no, this story will be
terrific for you and your editor.

Look, Miss Mahoney was m*rder*d.

Geoffrey and Hazel were enemies.

It's a long bow to draw.
Well...

So, why don't the police
deal with Nicholson?

Oh, he hasn't been questioned yet due
to his overwhelming surgical roster.

Surgeons certainly do live
by their own rules.

I may have to bring him to trial
myself

in a room full of hospital board
members.

Might give me substance for my next
article.

Yes.

Don't you open your mail these days?

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

Yes, and the search continues.

Any word?

I'm afraid there may be a few words
in that letter.

Inspector Lawson called.

He asked if you'd go to the hospital

and have a look at Nancy Carmody's
burn marks.

Excuse me, Sister.

Well, that certainly must have hurt.

Yes.

Superintendent Lawson wanted me to
ask you about those burn marks.

I told him that they were not
rope burns.

I didn't have anything to do with
Hazel's... Miss Mahoney.

Clearly they're not friction burns.
How did you get those marks?

From the radiator in my dorm room.
I'm naturally clumsy.

Naturally clumsy. Can't be a good
thing in your profession.

Nancy, how long have you been doing
this to yourself?

Please don't say anything!

I was just so anxious with my exams.

You know, Hazel was very, very
pleased with your work.

Superintendent Lawson tells me

her report book was full of praise
for you.

I'm going to arrange for you to see
someone - someone who can help you.

Alright?

Thank you.
There you are.

Well, it certainly
wasn't Nancy Carmody.

She's frightened of her own shadow.

Those marks on her hands,
they weren't rope burns.

Carol Stanning's all bravado.
But no alibi?

We've interviewed everyone who was
at the party, or rostered on.

Geoffrey Nicholson?
We're still working on that.

Oh, come on, tell me you're joking!

I mean, surely he can find time
between rounds of golf!

Apparently they're one surgeon down
at the hospital.

He's been unable to get away.

Right, and Tyneman vouched for him.

He'll be brought in when we can get
hold of him.

Well, can I at least check his
surgical roster?

He wasn't rostered on.
We've checked.

Ah. Well, the evidence is mounting,
isn't it?

I don't need to remind you
it's innocent until proven guilty,

not the other way around.

What about the needle marks? I mean,
someone could have injected her.

Gus, what have you got?

Toxicology report for Miss Mahoney.

Miss Mahoney had morphine
in her system.

Bet you weren't expecting that.

Morphine.

A controlled substance, therefore
kept under lock and key.

The only people with access are
senior medical staff.

Like I said, the evidence is
mounting.

Leave it to us, Blake!

I'll get that.

Blake's residence.

Oh, Mrs McDonald.
No, I'm afraid he isn't.

He's at his hospital board meeting.

Er, about 20 minutes ago,
but you can leave a mess...

Yes, just here, thank you.

Lucian!

Patrick.
Lucian!

In summary, an application was
presented by Dr Hazel Mahoney.

Subsequently, that application was
rejected

because it failed to receive
sufficient votes.

I'd now like to hand over
to Mr Nicholson

to discuss further presentations.

Gentlemen, my request is that
the board support a research project

into new trans and surgical
procedures

at the Johns Hopkins University
in America.

And my request is...

And my request is that we take on

Hazel Mahoney's recent proposal
posthumously.

Well, we won't be doing that, Blake.
Why not?

Because it's already been rejected!

Our current hospital is to make
Ballarat Hospital worthy

of international recognition.

Well, the procedures Hazel wanted to
implement could do just that.

Gentlemen, my funding proposal sits
in front of you.

I hope that it's considered with the
utmost importance.

And I hope you all consider that
Geoffrey Nicholson stands to make

a huge financial gain from Hazel's
death, and that's motive.

Sit down, Blake.
This is outrageous behaviour.

Well, there's plenty more.

The very fact that we don't know
exactly how Hazel was k*lled

might suggest that she was, in fact,

k*lled by someone in possession of
considerable medical knowledge,

and who had access to controlled
substances.

Gentlemen, I won't be staying for
any more speeches.

Blake, you cannot talk to this man
like that!

Two years ago,

Geoffrey Nicholson had a patient that
d*ed quite unexpectedly.

There was an open finding
into the death.

No cause was found,
just like with Hazel,

and he made a significant financial
gain out of that death as well.

Two weeks before she d*ed,

the patient, Mary Ferguson,
altered her will.

Fancy that!

Leaving all of her substantial estate
to Geoffrey Nicholson.

That patient of mine who d*ed
is no secret.

What is a secret is that I was
abandoned as a child,

spent most of my childhood
in an orphanage,

but I worked hard

and got a scholarship which allowed
me to become a surgeon.

Geoffrey...

That patient was my birth mother,

and yes, she left me everything,
which was not much.

Thank you for your explanation,
Geoffrey,

however, it was completely
unnecessary.

That still doesn't explain where you
were when Hazel was k*lled.

I was called into surgery.

But you weren't rostered on,
Geoffrey.

Because I was covering for another
surgeon!

You can check the patient's records.

You're a loose cannon, Blake.

Get out of here before you do any
more damage.

Gentlemen, you have my resignation,
effective immediately.

That saves me the trouble
of f*ring you.

Why didn't you tell me
about your alibi, Geoffrey?

Geoffrey's silver spoon
wasn't so silver.

You knew.
I did some digging like you asked.

I tried to catch you before the
meeting. Did you...

Make a complete fool of myself?
Yes, I did.

I'm sorry.

Well, at least you'll have plenty of
material for your article.
I have to go.

Lucian.
Make sure you write that article,
Joy.

At least you'll keep your job.
Lucian.

I don't want to interfere, but
I have a colleague based in Kuantan

following the Malay emergency.

He posted a story on wartime missing
persons last year.

He might be able to help locate
your wife and child!

Thank you.

I'll see what I can do.

Miss Stanning,
what can we do for you?

Is Inspector Lawson here?

He's with someone. Can I help you?

I wanted to make a statement.
OK.

A couple of the girls and I had been
drinking that night.

I was showing them the new X-ray
machine.

I accidentally scratched one of the
glass plates with one of my rings.

Sounds like an expensive accident.

Thought if I kept quiet
I could buy some time,

work out a way
of perhaps replacing it.

And admitting to it is better
than being a suspect in a m*rder.

That still doesn't explain

how Hazel's record book
was found in your room.

Well, maybe we should match your
fingerprints.

Look, I took it.

I wanted to know that Nancy was
telling the truth about her marks

before I confronted Hazel.

There was no chance to give it back
after she was found.

Where is he?

Lawson! Lawson!

Get out of my way! Out of my way!

Patrick! What seems to be the
problem?

Your bloody mate,
Lucian bloody Blake.

He's gone too far this time.
What's he done now?

I want him sacked!
Well, hang on a minute.

You sack him,
or I'll go over your head.

I thought you might need some tea.

Lucian?

I made a fool of myself, Jean.

I humiliated Geoffrey Nicholson in
front of the entire hospital board.

I treated the man like he was
a bloody criminal.

Then I resigned from the board

before they had the chance to
formally remove me.

I thought I should let you know

before you heard it
from someone else.

So, you're the police surgeon,

and you've resigned from the
hospital board in disgrace.

Well, I thought that would be the
proper thing to do...

That's not the point.

Piece by piece,

you've unravelled everything
your father has built here.

Don't you understand?

Your patients need you.

We need you.

And you don't need the likes of
Geoffrey Nicholson

to make your life difficult,

because you do that perfectly well
by yourself!

And one day, people might just stop
forgiving you, and then what?

Jean, are you alright?

Evening.
Evening, Matthew.

Whiskey's a good idea.

He does all the damage
when he's sober anyway.

Just saw Jean outside.

She can't stand the sight of you
either.

To what do I owe this visit -
business or pleasure?

Pleasure. I'm here to fire you
at the behest of Patrick Tyneman.

Wonderful.

Oh, bloody hell, Lawson. It's been
wonderful working with you.

Now all I have to do is place an
advertisement for a police surgeon.

Well, I hate to say it,
but Gus would be the obvious choice.

If he didn't already have
a brand-new job in the big city,

and he didn't drive me more crazy
than you do.

Thanks very much.

Doesn't leave many on the list of
candidates.

What about you?
You working at the moment?

Well, interestingly enough,

I've just been fired,
so it's probably good timing.

I'll take that as a yes, then.

Oh, Matthew, why would you want
to re-hire me?

I cause you nothing but trouble.

And as it turns out, I make terrible
bloody mistakes.

You get it right more often than you
get it wrong.

Whoever k*lled Hazel covered their
tracks superbly.

Truth is,
I can't do it without you.

And what about Tyneman?

You find out who k*lled Hazel,
Tyneman will get off your back.

If he doesn't, I'll handle him.

Hazel's record book.

Towards the back, you'll find a list
of her daily activities.

Might help.

Yes, it might.

So, who do you think k*lled this
doctor, then?

I don't know.

One thing I know for certain,
it's someone at that bloody hospital.

That narrows the field down.

Morning.

Haven't seen Jean, have you?

No, I've been at the hospital
all night.

Is there any new information?

Um... I don't know if I mentioned
this before.

We found puncture marks
on Hazel's body.

Are they intravenous?

Intramuscular. She tested positive
for morphine.

No, Hazel wasn't a morphine user.

No, I wouldn't have thought so.

But sometimes these things go
unnoticed.

No, it's a depressant.

If she was on anything, which I
doubt, it would've been a stimulant.

The woman didn't stop.

Do you know, Mattie, I've never
questioned an autopsy report.

Dr Blake.

Linda, how are you?
OK. The place isn't really the same.

What can I do for you?

I don't suppose I could take a look

through some of the old
prescriptions, could I?

Mr Nicholson wouldn't really
approve.

No, of course, and I respect that.

Thank you, Linda.
Thank you for your time.

Dr Blake!
Is this about Miss Mahoney?

Yes, it is.

You can search by name here,
or by the drug type here,

thanks to Miss Mahoney.

Morning, Linda. Can I get
a prescription made up?

Linda, erm, look, er,

a Mr Giovanni Morgagni has taken out
a fair bit of morphine.

Do you know this patient?
No.

Do you mind if I hang onto this?
I will bring it back.

OK.
Thank you.

Anyone ever tell you, when you're
trying to get away with m*rder,

never leave a paper trail?

Prescriptions for morphine

under the name of a famous dead
Italian pathologist not a smart move.

Your choice of lethal injection,
however - exceptional.

Potassium chloride, hardly detectable
after death.

Of course, it explains the puncture
marks on Hazel's legs.

Indeed, it was Hazel's procedures
that uncovered the fact

that you were a morphine addict.

She even gave you a chance to get
clean, didn't she, Gus?

Would've meant the end of my career.

So, you dealt with that problem by
k*lling her, didn't you?

Miss Mahoney had morphine in her
system.

You tried to make her
look like the addict

by substituting your blood for hers.

Oh, you're so bloody smart,
aren't you?

You know what I wonder about, Gus?

I wonder why you didn't simply give
her an overdose of morphine,

but of course, that's part of the
problem with addiction, isn't it?

It's tough to part with the goods.

A healthy 40-year-old woman puncture
wounds to her upper legs

would've started an investigation.

Yes, of course.

So, you tried to make it look like
su1c1de.

It was a nice touch with the little
stool, I tell you.

It's just a shame you faced the steps
the wrong way.

Oh, come on, Gus. Two deaths in one
week involving potassium chloride.

It's going to look a little
suspicious, isn't it?

And you're not nearly strong enough
to string me up.

Was this all part of your plan, Gus,
when you made the decision to study
medicine, hmm?

Is this all part of your calling,
hmm?

I tell you what, I'll make it easy
for you, really easy.

Here's a vein. Come on!
The idea of dying doesn't disturb me!

What?

Knowing what you've done, on the
other hand, that's another matter
entirely!

Drop it!
Drop the syringe. Drop it!

Drop it now!

Mattie O'Brien told me you were
here. Thought you might need a hand.

Thank you.

Lucien!

Dear Jean,

I have received word that my daughter
is alive,

and arrangements have been made
for me to meet with her in Shanghai.

This is the journey I have longed to
make for so many years.

You of all people will understand

how much I need to see her,
to hold her.

To tell her I love her.

Oh! Inspector Lawson.

Hello, Jean.

Well, come in.

Blake called me at the station.
He's on his way to Shanghai.

He wants to take
some leave from work.

He wanted me to pick this up
and give it to you.

Oh!

He'd like you to open it.

Who knows what will happen or how it
will end, but please know this.

I'm coming back to Ballarat,
to my father's house,

I have found a place of light
in the darkness.

I have found my home.

Thank you for caring,
and for being my friend.

For the first time
in a very long time,

this feels like the beginning
and not the end.

Yours, with much affection, Lucien.