02x01 - The Heart of the Matter

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♪ God save our gracious Queen

♪ Long live our noble Queen
God save our Queen... ♪

Come.

Gentlemen. Madam.

Newly elected councillors...
Done?

Almost.

In accordance
with the Local Government Act,

it is my duty
to call for nominations

for the position of Lord Mayor.

♪ God save the queen. ♪

I nominate.
Thank you, Mr Beattie.

Mr Trevorrow?

For the position of Lord Mayor,

all in favour
of the Honourable Bruce Beattie?

Adeline?

Adeline, for God's sake,
put up your hand.

Four votes in favour.
Adeline!

All in favour
of the Honourable Graham Trevorrow?

Five votes in favour.

Graham Trevorrow

is the re-elected Mayor of Ballarat.

Hello?

Look who's here.

Lovely to see you.

Lucien!
Ah!

I'm so sorry I'm late. That damned
car of your father's. Jean.

Oh, it's great to see you.

Oh, of course, you know Joy.

Mrs McDonald.
Jean. How are you?

We happened to be on the same bus.
Joy's covering the council election.

You're wanted at the Town Hall.

Police business.

Really? Already?

I've brought your medical bag along.

What would I do without you?

Excuse me.

Lovely surprise seeing you, Joy.

You too, Lucien.

I left my desk right on 9:30.

9:30.

Danny.

Excuse me, Mrs Campbell.
You must be Dr Blake.

Superintendent Lawson's
waiting for you.

Right. And you are?

Conducting an interview.

Sorry about that, Mrs Campbell.

Was anyone in the building
when you left?

No, I was working late.

You're back, then?

Yes.
How was Shanghai?

Oh, Shanghai was fine.
Who's the new chap?

Charlie Davis.

Parks has been seconded to
Melbourne. Davis is his replacement.

Didn't Jean tell you?

Who do we have here?

Bloody hell, Graham Trevorrow!

Re-elected Mayor three hours ago.
Fifth year in a row.

Dear, oh, dear.

I'd say broken neck,

probable cause of death.

Landed somewhere here,
split the scalp.

Possibly broke his neck at
the same time. There's blood here.

And there's blood here.
Bear with me.

No protective injuries
on the hands or wrists.

Well, the bloke was drunk.

You'd have to be catatonic to not
at least try and protect yourself.

Blake!
Bloody hell!

Now, you see, Charlie here fell
from a height of about six feet,

give or take.

But before he hit the ground,

his hands
were already braced for impact.

Now, Graham Trevorrow,

if the wound was caused
by him landing on the steps,

or indeed by the urn falling on him,

there may be some blood spray.

But the amount of blood
we're talking about here

suggests significant bleeding from
the back of the head before he fell.

He was already injured, perhaps,

perhaps already dead.

Glad to have me back?

I'll let you know.

And I wouldn't go
pulling any more stunts like that

with the senior constable.

Oh, he'll get used to us.

Ah, no.

No, I don't think he will.

Victim was male,

6'1", 200 pound.

Quite a big chap.

Did you get any sleep last night?
Did you?

Um, minimal damage to the clothing.

However, there was a button missing
at the top of the trousers,

front right-hand side.

And there... Oh, hang on a second.

Ah, there was also an unusual amount
of dust inside the trousers.

Dust?
Yes.

I have no idea. The missing button
may not mean anything, either.

I'll get Davis
to keep an eye out for it.

Anything else?
Hairline fracture.

Contusions to the rear upper skull.

The urn was responsible for some
damage, certainly, but not all.

There were other blows to the head,

but the cause of death was a
single blow to the back of the neck,

delivered with sufficient force
to sever the spinal cord.

He was m*rder*d,
and then thrown down the stairs.

Look, I really
don't appreciate this, Constable.

Superintendent.

First, we're dragged out of our beds
at some godforsaken hour

and then told Trevorrow's
taken a fall down the stairs

and now your bloke here wants
to know what I was doing last night.

Sir, I was trying to explain...

What were you doing last night,
Mr Beattie?

Having dinner with my family.

Were you there the whole night?
No.

I went out. And what's
that got to do with anything?

We might continue this in the
interview room, Senior Constable.

Why all the questions, huh?

I was at home from 6:45 till 9:30

and then I had a meeting
with Patrick Tyneman.

Your family there the whole time?

No, they went out.

Show Mr Beattie upstairs,
thank you, Senior Constable.

If you follow me, please,
Mr Beattie.

Yeah.

Patrick Tyneman.

You leave it to me.

He knows
he has patients this morning.

How was he?
I've already told you, Mattie.

He seemed perfectly fine.

But did he say anything
about his daughter?

Or China?

Well!
Morning.

I do apologise
for missing breakfast.

Ah, Mattie!

How are you?

I'm good. How are you?
I'm good. Good, yes.

We were expecting you last night
and waited up for you all night.

Mattie!
Let the doctor get his breath.

Let me tell you both something.
I am very, very glad to be home.

Now, patients, you say.

Very good. I expect Nell will be
wanting her prescription renewed.

Is she here?

Um, Lucien?

I didn't want to have to tell you
last night.

Nell Clasby's passed away.

Couple of weeks ago.

It was pneumonia.

I'm so very sorry, Lucien.

Oh.

Patients.

Who's up first?

Um, Mrs Sinclair.

Mrs Sinclair.

Thank you, Jean.

Mrs Sinclair, how are we today?

And how's the little one? Good, eh?

Excuse me, what are you doing?

What does it look like?

Council met at 6:00.

We would have been out of there
by 6:30.

I came straight back to my office.

Charlie.

Ah, keep an eye out
for that trouser button, won't you?

The superintendent already told me.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Well, I always find it useful
to revisit a crime scene, Charlie.

You never know
what you might have missed.

I came in to congratulate Graham.
Would have been 8:00.

And after that?

After that I went home and listened
to the Test on the wireless.

The Test, Mr Calahan. What did
you make of that first innings?

Oh, I think Benaud is a miracle.

But I don't think
we should write off India just yet.

Any family who can vouch for you?

No, no, just me.

Tell me, Graham Trevorrow.
Was he... was he a friend of yours?

Friend?

Douglas gave everything
to put Graham where he was.

He was utterly married to the work.

Friend does not begin to...
Frances, Frances.

Superintendent,
may I have a word, please?

Graham was Mayor for four years.
This town owes him an enormous debt.

Oh, Frances.
I'm fine, Douglas, thank you.

May I ask that you and your men are
careful with what you say about him?

Graham was an important man.
He was destined for greater things.

I can't imagine

what his political opponents
will be saying about him now.

Mrs Trevorrow, we have believe
this may not have been an accident.

God.

Well, that's awful.

Is there anyone
that we should be speaking to?

Um...

..oh, Bruce Beattie, I suppose.

Douglas had to pull a rabbit out
of a hat to get Graham re-elected.

Bruce was furious.

Is there anything else
you need from me?

No, we'll call you if there is.
Thank you.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

What was that
about Trevorrow's re-election?

We lost two councillors
at the last election.

And Bruce had the numbers on us, so
I turned up the pressure on Adeline.

Councillor Campbell.
She'd allied herself to Bruce.

We sat on committees together.

I worked on her for months.

Oh, I see.
That was your rabbit out of the hat.

Certainly took Bruce by surprise.

So who becomes Mayor now? You?

No.
No, I'm walking away from politics.

Graham was a born politician.

We were going to go
all the way to Canberra together.

I can get the numbers now,

but this by-election
might make things more difficult.

What about Calahan?

He's finished.
And now with Trevorrow gone...

Gentlemen.
Please don't stop on my account.

We'll follow up on this later.

What were you talking about last
night after Graham Trevorrow d*ed?

It must have been fairly important.

I thought you were overseas.

In fact,
I'm surprised to see you back,

with the mess you left here
last time you were here.

Someone's got to keep an eye on you,
Patrick.

You'll find things have changed
a bit since you were last here.

And about time.
Blake. Patrick.

He's still your problem.

Bruce Beattie and Patrick Tyneman

both wanted
Trevorrow out of the way.

I told you to leave this to me.

What, because Patrick may somehow be
involved, we stop asking questions?

After you headed overseas,
I told him I'd reinstated you.

He said your infractions
would be sheeted home to me.

Oh, for heaven's sake, he's not
the bloody police commissioner.

No, but he holidays
with the commissioner and his family

in Sorrento each year.

Which is why tripping up Senior
Constable Davis was a bad idea.

You think Davis was sent up here
to keep tabs on you?

Not just me. You, me, everyone.

So pull your head in and
concentrate on what's important.

Now, we still don't know
where Trevorrow was k*lled.

Dust on his trousers
give us anything?

Oh, at this point, I have no idea.

Are you sure
we should be discounting Patrick?

You think just because he
threatened me I won't do my job?

Forgive me. Of course not.

Then go home.

Excuse me, Doctor, it's, um...

Oh!

Joy! How are you?

What on Earth are you doing?

Um, an experiment.

When you die, your blood coagulates.

And I'm using jelly crystals
to simulate some of that same effect.

Is this to do with Graham Trevorrow?
Oh!

Of course.
Patrick Tyneman brought you up here.

He told me there was going to be
significant change at Town Hall.

Exactly what kind of change?

Political change.
He was backing Bruce Beattie.

So,

what's the purpose?

There was blood
on the steps of Town Hall

with a very particular consistency.

I'll show you.

Fresh blood.

You see the shape of it?

It's smooth.
It sort of flattens out.

Like water.
Exactly.

Now...

..here's the blood
with the jelly crystals mixed in.

You're speeding up coagulation.
Exactly.

The blood on the steps had a very
similar consistency to the jelly,

suggesting a time gap
of about thirty minutes.

Now, what does it mean?

It means that Graham Trevorrow
must have been dead

for at least half an hour before
his body was thrown down the stairs.

And Patrick wants to know what I
know, and he's sent you to find out.

I came because I wanted to see you.

Really?

You don't believe me, do you?

Course I do.

The superintendent
is making enquiries.

And I'm guessing
you won't tell me what they are.

Graham Trevorrow was m*rder*d
somewhere in the Town Hall.

But you don't know where, do you?

No.

But let me buy you a drink at the
club and we can discuss it further.

Would you like to make
another appointment, Mrs McDonald?

Oh, I'll play it by ear.

But thanks all the same.

This is where you usually warn me
to stay away from him, isn't it?

Is that what you're about to do?
Sorry to disappoint you.

We're very lucky
he's come back at all, really.

He's a very important member
of this community

and anything that encourages him
to stay here is very welcome.

He enjoys your visits.

His mood improves,
and that's no bad thing.

And what about yourself, Jean?

Good afternoon, Mrs McDonald.

Cleaned up any more blood
this morning?

The police
have gone through the place

and talked to everyone,
including me.

Now, if you don't mind...

I wonder if the council knows
their cleaner spent time in jail?

Who told you?

That tattoo on your arm.

And your reaction just now.

What do you want?

Look, you said the police had been
right through this place.

Did they check everywhere?
Just about.

So not everywhere?

Why don't you have a look
for yourself?

What are you doing?

Going through
Graham Trevorrow's clothes.

No, there are proper procedures for
the correct handling of evidence.

You've been looking
for a missing button, I believe.

Where did you find this?

In the basement of the Town Hall.

You think
that's where he was m*rder*d?

No. I think it was where
he was meeting his lover.

How do you work that out?

Come on, Charlie.
You're a man of the world.

Ever lost a button from your braces?

I don't wear braces.

Right. Well, it can happen
if you pack on a few pounds,

or if you find yourself in a fight,

or if a lady friend
becomes rather too enthusiastic.

I'm still not getting it, Doctor.

Look. Lipstick. Now, I'm guessing
that was on Trevorrow's face,

and he wiped it off
after she'd gone.

Trevorrow was re-elected
just after 6:00.

Spoke with Doug Calahan around 8:00
and he was dead by 9:00.

In between those times,

he had sex with a woman
in the basement of the Town Hall,

which rather increases the range of
possible motivations for k*lling him.

Of course, you'll tell Lawson
you worked all this out, won't you?

And by the way,
do you know Patrick Tyneman?

I've heard of him.

Why?
No reason.

Listen, would you also inform
the superintendent

that I found blood on the door
leading to the offices.

And if he needs me, I'll be at home,
conducting research.

Mm!

Now what?

Now kiss your hand.

Oh, come on, Mattie,
a little more passion, please.

Right.

Let me wipe that off.

That's hard to get out, you know.

Well, there's a lot more
on that one.

Or maybe that's a stronger lipstick.

Or a lot more kissing.

I can't believe I didn't detect any
lipstick on him during the autopsy.

It's not quite red.

Bright red's popular
with some people.

And that sends a message,
is that right?

Oh, yes.
Not necessarily.

That's a different kind of red.
It's much darker.

It's stronger. It's a statement.

It's a statement. Saying what?

It's saying,
'I'm a very attractive woman.'

But not conventional.

She has more authority than that.
And she has money.

That's an expensive lipstick.
It's not waxy, you see?

Right. Would it hold up in court?

Absolutely not.
But it would in my sewing circle.

It's hardly scientific.

I know, but worth a try, eh?

Excuse me, ladies, ladies.

If we could have a moment
of your time. Just carry on working.

Superintendent.

Mrs Campbell.

Could we have a word?

What were your feelings
about the deceased, Mrs Campbell?

Graham was an arrogant bastard.
I hated him.

And when did that change?

Oh, you can blame Doug Calahan
for that.

We sat on committees together.

It was Doug who convinced me
to change my allegiance.

You might have to explain.

Doug read the numbers.

He knew that Graham was in trouble
and that I might be useful.

So he worked on me.

But it wasn't until very recently

that Graham himself
actually took any notice of me.

And that's when
you changed your mind about him?

Graham was a powerful man.
It was good being noticed by him.

Wasn't there a conflict of politics
there?

I was elected as an independent.

Bruce made certain promises,
benefits to the electorate.

Doug Calahan trumped those.

What happened last night?

Graham came to thank me
for my support...

..and it went further.

Afterwards, he went back
to his office, I went back to mine

and the next time I saw him, he...

Were you in love
with Graham Trevorrow, Mrs Campbell?

I'm not a schoolgirl.

He was a consummate politician.
Everything was about himself.

And you didn't mind that?

He wasn't the only one
who enjoyed himself.

My husband d*ed five years ago.

I'm not going to dress in black
for the rest of my life.

Mrs Trevorrow.
Superintendent.

Does this have to become
public knowledge?

I take it you mean Mrs Campbell.

Did you know about this?
No.

But when I heard
she was being questioned,

it didn't take long to work out why.

Doug Calahan believed your husband
could be prime minister.

We all did.

One more year as mayor,

while Douglas planned the move
into federal politics.

But then he goes and has an affair.

How many times
did he have sex with her?

Uh, once, from what we can tell.

Hardly qualifies as an affair.

I spent my entire marriage turning
a blind eye to this sort of thing.

I just don't want it
thrown back in my face in public.

Might there be an angry husband
who wanted to hurt Mr Trevorrow?

Maybe.

And what about you, Mrs Trevorrow?

I gave everything to Graham.
People tended to do that, you know?

Now that he's gone,
his reputation is all that I have.

Please don't destroy it.

This won't become public
unless there's a need to know.

Thank you.

No m*rder w*apon.

Still no m*rder site.
Yes, I'm aware of that.

I'll tell you this -
whoever k*lled Trevorrow

dragged his body
along that Town Hall corridor.

Goodbye.

You told me once there were
consolations to living in Ballarat.

Are they still enough?

Goodness, did I say that?
You know you did.

And don't wave it away with a joke.
I'm interested.

Truth is, I was actually
looking forward to getting back.

Of course,
I get back and things are different.

Different how?
Oh, the usual ways.

Someone dies, someone leaves.

I guess I made the mistake

of thinking
that somehow all this was permanent.

I could help, you know.

Find ways to make life
more bearable...

..if you let me.

Wouldn't that affect your
employment with Patrick Tyneman?

We're all adults, Lucien.

So, what's going on at Town Hall?

Joy McDonald, you are shameless.
As I said, I'm interested.

And Trevorrow
did have a certain reputation.

No comment.

I'll take that as a yes.

Thank you. Who's involved?

Bruce Beattie.

Thwarted ambition.
Mm.

I know you'll think I'm completely
mad, but Patrick's in the mix.

I'll put that down
to your own fixation.

And Frances Trevorrow.
Adeline Campbell.

Councillor for Central Ward.
What's her involvement?

Well, let's just say, um...
Graham Trevorrow's reputation.

And I'd talk to Carl Laidley,
the cleaner.

I'm convinced
he knows more than he's letting on.

He won't talk to you?
I may have threatened him somewhat.

Hm.

Now, if you've finished
with my pen...

I might need it.

And it's a good excuse
to see you later.

Why are you smiling?

I suppose this really is
the only way of getting to know you.

Excuse me.
Could we have another round, please?

I feel sorry
for both those women, really.

Oh, I wouldn't waste your sympathy.

That's a little harsh.
Well, he was a married man.

She shouldn't have let him
get away with it.

And the other one
just shouldn't have gone there.

Thank you, Jean.
This looks wonderful.

You're welcome.
Now, how's the study coming along?

Well...
Study?

Mm.
I am taking classes in Melbourne.

Social work.
Social work?

Why social work?

Well, nursing's fine.
Mm.

So's medicine.
But I want to see more of life.

Make a difference for a change.

Make a difference, eh? A little
harsh on medicine, don't you think?

Well, I didn't mean...
Lucien, don't tease her.

I'll stay on as district nurse
until I graduate, and after that...

Mattie, Mattie.

Good for you.

Experiencing more of life
is nearly always a good thing.

Did you know social workers
used to be called almoners?

Always loved that term.

Oh.

Mm-mm. I'll get it.

Coming!
That wasn't so bad, was it?

Matthew.
Lucien.

One of the clerks found her.

I thought you'd like to see her.

Thank you, Matthew.

I'll get Doctor Verner
to do the autopsy.

Would that be alright?

Yes.

Verner does good work.

Matthew.

The last time I saw Joy,

she was asking me about Trevorrow.

And I suggested

that she talk to the cleaner here,
Carl Laidley.

We'll find him.

'Cause of death...

..severe trauma to the head.

Haematomas...

..depression fracture of the skull.

Possible finger marks suggest...

..suggest struggle taking place
before she d*ed.'

Finger marks.

'Injuries and context suggest...

..victim was thrown or pushed
from the upper storey landing.'

Doctor, uh...

..Mrs McDonald's effects.

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Charlie.

I ran by Laidley's place.

We've brought him in.
Good work.

My pen.

I lent Joy my pen. It's not here.

Oh, that was everything
that she had with her.

You might want to go home
and leave this to us now.

I think I might stay here, if I may.

Staff at the Town Hall said
they saw Carl Laidley with her.

They were arguing.
Apparently he was shouting.

Maybe he tried it on with her
and she fought him. I don't know.

How does that fit in with Trevorrow?

Carl Laidley and Graham Trevorrow
grew up on the same street together.

They both dated the same girl,
a Frances Toohey,

now Frances Trevorrow.

Is that enough of a reason?

Two murders
in exactly the same place.

I'm sorry,
there was no-one on the desk.

Lucien, I'm so sorry about Joy.

I brought you some lunch. Thought
you might be starving by now.

Thank you, Jean.

Will you be home later?

Um,

I don't know.

No, no.

There'll be dinner, either way.

Matthew.

Mr Laidley.

Are you hungry?

Let's see what we have here.

Corned beef, mustard,
lettuce and tomato.

Made by a very good friend of mine.

I didn't hurt that girl of yours.

How do you know I knew her?

She told me.

I heard you two had an argument.

Now, what was that about?

She got really pushy.

Asked a lot of questions.

So I shouted at her.

Lawson tells me...

..you and Frances Trevorrow
used to go out together.

I knew Graham from way back.

Had the charm.

Took whatever he wanted,
women included.

I didn't k*ll him,
if that's what you're thinking.

Mr Laidley,
the night Trevorrow d*ed,

who came to his office?

All the staff.

Then Graham closed the door.

Got me to unlock the back.

Had an important meeting.

With who?

That toff.

You know,

that big bastard.

Patrick Tyneman?

Talked for about half an hour.

I heard him go out.

I locked up again, then went home.

I thought they hated each other.
They did.

And I told your girl
about that too.

Here.

Thank you, Mr Laidley.

You leave Tyneman to me.

Those men were enemies for years.

Trevorrow would always block
Tyneman's tenders to council.

And listen, Tyneman meets with him
the night he's re-elected mayor.

Half an hour later, Trevorrow's dead
at the bottom of the bloody stairs.

So he goes ahead
and murders two people, does he?

Oh, I don't know. I do know this.
It wasn't Carl Laidley.

Well, Davis spoke to
one of the clerks there.

Laidley left the Town Hall with him.

They played cards.
There were others present.

Joy was still alive
when they left the Town Hall.

So you've released Laidley?

Yes.
Good.

Let's make sure
he goes back to work.

Blake!
Listen, find who k*lled Trevorrow,

and we find who k*lled Joy,

and I'm telling you,
Patrick's involved somehow.

You leave Tyneman to me.

Patrick.
Lawson, what the hell is going on?

It's just a few questions about
Joy McDonald, if you don't mind.

Lucien.

Matthew said you left
almost an hour ago.

I wrote Joy's parents a letter,
sending my condolences.

She was very fond of you.
Mm.

Yes.

And look where that got her.

She went to that Town Hall
because I as good as sent her there.

I couldn't protect her.
I shouldn't be surprised.

I couldn't protect my wife,
my own daughter.

Hell, I couldn't prevent Danny
going to Melbourne.

And don't get me started
on Nell Clasby. Bloody hell.

Well, if you're going
to wallow around in self-pity,

I might just head home.

Joy was there because she wanted to
be, and the same goes for all of us.

You think you have to do everything
by yourself, Lucien.

It's not possible.

You do your best,

and sometimes,

well,
sometimes it's just not enough.

Jean, they both d*ed
in exactly the same place.

Well, that sounds very deliberate.

You think so?
Absolutely.

Someone went out of their way
to make that happen.

So, whatever it is, the answer
has to be at the Town Hall.

Mrs Campbell.

What can I do for you, Doctor?

I hope you don't mind. Sadly,
my memory isn't what it should be.

Graham Trevorrow...
I've told you everything.

I don't think you have.

You told us
you meant nothing to him.

I didn't.

That's not his writing.

You could barely read
Graham's handwriting.

The typing girls
had a terrible time.

Then whose writing is it?
It's Doug Calahan's.

He and Graham were always passing
notes back and forth in council.

But who's it about?

Well, I think it's about you.

One more thing if I may,
Mrs Campbell.

Doug Calahan.

Did he have a transistor radio,
a wireless, in his office?

Of course he did.
He was always working back.

He listens to the cricket.

Mr Calahan?

Calahan, stop!

Calahan.

Stop him! Stop him!

Please! Please! Don't let me fall.

I can't hold you.

Give me your other hand.

You tried to save her.

But you couldn't hang on.

I-I came into my office
and she was there.

She knew.

What happened?

I tried to stop her.

She ran out onto the landing.

I grabbed her
and she toppled over the rail.

But I couldn't hold her.

And Graham Trevorrow?

We found traces of blood on the bat.

Even though you'd cleaned it
and oiled it

at some point
over the last few days.

A collectible bat kept on display
doesn't require oiling.

Do you gentlemen know your cricket?

A little.

Melbourne,

January 1937.

Bradman scored 270
in the second innings.

But in the end, it was his tactics
that won the game.

That's why
Graham bought me the bat.

I was working, as usual,

listening to the radio,

and he told me
what he and Adeline had done.

He knew what she meant to you,
didn't he?

He thought
I was talking about her vote.

You gave him everything.
Everything.

And he took it all, including her.

Well, she never knew how I felt.

It was just politics at first.

Graham needed her.

But we sat on committees together

and I started looking forward
to each day.

I thought I was fine
not having a life of my own.

In the matter of Graham Trevorrow,

one blow to the back of the head,
one blow to the back of the neck.

Yes.

In the matter of Joy McDonald...
I never meant to hurt her.

I am so sorry.

We're charging Douglas Calahan
with the m*rder of your husband

and the manslaughter
of Mrs McDonald.

We expect
he'll plead guilty to all charges.

Thank you.

Will you tell Douglas
something from me?

Of course.

Tell him

if Graham wanted that woman,
he had no right to complain.

That's what we all had to put up
with in order to be with Graham.

Was it worth it, Mrs Trevorrow?

No.

But that's beside the point.

Gentlemen.

Your father used to come here too.

Yes, I remember as a boy coming down
here with Dad. It was wonderful.

Do you mind if I join you?
Please.

Hop in out of the cold.

Ah!

Enjoying the view?

Isn't it something?

What happened with your daughter,
Lucien?

I have a photograph.

Oh.

Oh, she's beautiful.

Yes, isn't she?

I'm told my wife d*ed
shortly after they fled Singapore.

Thankfully,
the boat made it to the mainland,

and Lee was taken in
by a lovely local family.

She's 23 now.

Of course it's funny, isn't it -

in my mind, even though
the years have marched on,

she's always been a little girl.

Anyhow, she, um...

..she didn't want to see me.

She asked me to leave.

I don't know
if I'll ever see her again.

Oh, surely you will.

What will you do now?

Now I'm going to
drive you and I home.

♪ Stop hangin' on, baby... ♪

You are the devil's minion!

Bobby, I love you!
He's dead.

The Kn*fe penetrated
between two ribs.

He was stabbed
in front of all those people?

Death will come
to those agents of the devil.

So you admit that you had
an argument with him? Yes.

And now he's dead.

What am I supposed to do now?

Well, have you ever been locked up
before? No.

That's a new experience.