03x02 - My Brother's Keeper

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- Hey, you got something to say?
- You sold it!

- So, what's it to you?
- Mate, come on.

Mate, I don't know what
this is about, but leave it.

Evening, ladies.

Hello, ladies.

That's easy for you to say.

Sure, mate. Just like
my old man, mate.

Oh, that is rubbish! Rubbish!
"Just like your old man"?

How did they get out?

Oi, boys, go that
side. Go that side.

Hey, Bessie.

What are they doing
out of their pen?

I don't know.

Boys.

The body's as you
found it, Charlie?

Yeah, exactly as a couple of
teenagers found it last night.

They saw it, got
scared, ran off.

Only reported it an hour ago.

Right.

He'd been drinking, clearly.

Curious. He's come in
here and left the gate open.

I'd have thought, rule number
one when dealing with livestock,

you shut the bloody gate.

Well, he was drunk, went into
the pen, forgot to close the gate,

got trampled by the cows.

Why'd he go inside?

You seem a little
edgy today, Charlie.

Half the station was called out to
a brawl at McCain's Alley last night.

And the cells are full.

The deceased is Mark Dempster.

Local dairy farmer.

How would you know that?
His face is only partially...

One of those teenagers
worked on his farm.

This is his cow pen, his cows.

And that there is his watch.

And obviously, that
was his beer bottle.

And I'd say...

Oh, yes.

He polished off quite
a few before that.

And...

we know he enjoyed
a game of two-up.

We also know these
footprints here aren't his.

What?

Different sole, different heel.

In fact, different
shoe size altogether.

We'll get a plaster
mold of those imprints.

I think he's come over the
fence, rather than through the gate.

So, let's say he falls, rolls, ends
up partially under the trough...

And then what?

Remains completely motionless
while being trampled to death?

Sergeant!

Doc, I need you to
hold off on that autopsy,

just until we get a
positive identification.

- Yes, of course.
- Thanks, Doc.

So, we just sit here? We
can't even examine him?

His wife's on her way here now,
to make the formal identification.

Until then, no
touching the body.

- Ah!
- What? I'm not touching the body.

Caucasian male, well-nourished.
About eleven stone?

Height?

Under six foot.

Look.

Major chest trauma,
multiple rib fractures,

collapse of the thorax,
all on the left-hand side,

all consistent with
having been trampled.

If the entire right-hand
side of the body

was positioned under
the water trough...

then there should be no markings
on the right-hand side whatsoever.

But there are. Look.

- Very different from the hoof marks.
- Yes.

I susp...

Right this way, Mrs. Dempster.

Mrs. Dempster, I'm Dr. Lucien
Blake, this is Dr. Alice Harvey.

Please.

It's not him.

That's not my husband.

The deceased is Ben Dempster.

Yes, Mark Dempster's brother.

He was m*rder*d. I believe he
was struck on the back with this.

He fell, and the
cattle did the rest.

So, Ben Dempster was at his
brother's cow pen, for some reason.

Wearing his brother's watch.

Charlie, I'll swap you.

The men in lock-up are going
to need some stitching up.

Yes, I'll see to them.

Doc, there's something else I
really need to talk to you about.

Give me a moment, Charlie.

Superintendent, what
do you make of this?

An unidentified print
from the m*rder scene.

Is there something you
want to tell me, Doug?

I've been dismissed.

- All there, sir?
- I'm sorry?

What about proper procedure?

Not this time.

Don't make yourself
too hard to like.

Lucien.

All new evidence, all findings,
you will hand over directly to me.

And I want those reports
typed and on my desk

no later than ten o'clock. Go.

Sir, this is Dr. Lucien
Blake, Police Surgeon.

Chief Superintendent
William Munro.

Superintendent,
welcome to Ballarat.

I was just briefing Davis
here on how we'll go about

redeeming ourselves
for misidentifying a body.

Yes. Ah, the autopsy suggests...

the spade was used.

A deliberate act, causing Ben
Dempster to fall into that cow pen.

Indeed. The intent
was definitely to k*ll.

Well, clearly.

And my officers will
consider all the evidence.

Ah, evidence.

An unidentified
print from the scene.

- You'll notice the unusual heel.
- Now, the fight...

The men were playing
two-up at the time.

I know, because I was there
briefly, before the fight broke out.

I found this broken kip.
Clearly, a casualty of the fight.

Well, it seems the deceased may
well have been at that very same game.

We found this on him.

Head down to the cells.

Stitch up the men
from the brawl.

I'll question them all in turn, to
see what the connection may be

between the brawl
and our victim.

Very good.

Then spend the day with Davis,
who'll stop in on Ruth Dempster.

I've already informed her
of her husband's death.

My guess is, she'll need
some medical attention.

And let's find out what we
can about Ben Dempster.

After that, you can both check
in on Mrs. Mark Dempster.

See if she needs anything,

considering the trauma she was put
through at the morgue this morning.

Davis, you'll question
Mark Dempster,

who is alive and well, about how his
watch came to be on the deceased.

- Yes, sir.
- I hope my instructions are clear

and you're both aware
of what your jobs are.

Police can take evidence
from a crime scene.

Police surgeons cannot.

Ah, finally! Come on.

Oh, you're kidding.

We weren't the only
ones in that fight.

Do your job. Stopped looking
for the rest of them, eh?

Been in the wars, eh?

Why don't you take a seat
and we'll have a look at you.

- What's your name?
- Nathan.

- Nathan.
- Nathan Eaton.

Nathan Eaton.

Did you sort out
your differences?

I think we're clear
on where we all stand.

Just need to separate alcohol
from social events next time.

Social events like gambling, eh?

A game of two-up
never hurt anyone.

Well, until now.

Usually a bigger crowd than this at
a two-up game, I would have thought.

Yeah, well, some of us weren't
lucky enough to be let go scot-free.

Some of us are just
born lucky, aren't we?

Leo Gilmore certainly is.

Leo? Leo the milkman?

Yeah, delivering milk is more
important than justice, apparently.

Who else got off scot-free?

Ben Dempster. He
made a run for it.

His brother Mark copped a
few hits before he took off, too.

Cowards.

So, they both left at
around the same time?

Pretty much.

I don't make it a
habit to hit a bloke

and then follow him
home to talk it through.

Shame the way it
all ended up, though.

I'm sure you've heard
about Mr. Dempster.

I heard someone d*ed.

Didn't realize it was
Dempster. How did Ruth take it?

How did you know I
was talking about Ben?

Well...

Eaton's definitely
hiding something.

Indeed.

Might be worth checking to see
if he's got fallen arches, Charlie.

That shoe imprint of ours.

That unusual heel.

It's an orthotic and it's used
to help people with flat feet.

Well, either way, he's
got a pretty good alibi.

He was b*ating up
some locals at the time.

True.

However, that
alleyway is only, what...

five minutes away
from the showgrounds?

Well, he could have
got a few punches in,

followed Ben to the cow pen,

then gone back to the
fight in time to be arrested.

Perfect alibi.

Someone's home.

Nine o'clock.

This day can only get better.

Mrs. Dempster?

Ben loved a drink.

He needed something to unwind.

This farm took it out of him.

Any idea why your husband would
have gone to the showgrounds?

No, not really.

Mrs. Dempster, have you heard
of a man named Nathan Eaton?

One of Ben's friends.

I met him once or
twice, in passing.

I have to ask, were
you home all night?

Yes.

What were you doing?

Same thing I'm doing now,

trying to fix some
of Ben's old clothes.

Can't afford a new
pair of overalls, so...

Oh, for God's sake!

Ruth, Ruth.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

Perhaps something
to help me sleep.

Yes. Of course.

Is there anyone
you'd like us to notify?

Someone who can stay with you?

Ben's all I have.

All I had.

Ruth, what about
Ben's brother, Mark?

No, they didn't speak.
Hadn't for some time.

Ben never had a
head for business.

Always had one
foot in the flypaper.

Mark thought Ben should
be more like him. More logical.

So, you left the two-up game...

..right after one of the
blokes got a punch in.

Then where did you go?

Oh, I gave the alleyway a wide
berth. Wound up home, eventually.

I slept in the barn.

And in the meantime,
I was worried sick.

I figured if the police turned up
on our doorstep, at least my wife

would be able to honestly say
that she didn't know where I was.

Turns out the police did turn up,
only to tell me my husband was dead.

Oi! Helen!

Grab the little one.

So, no-one saw you all night?

Not your farm hands?

No. I didn't see Ben after
he left the game, either.

When did he leave?

When the fight got going -

after he won some
money, and my watch.

My old man's watch.

Your father's? He handed it
down to you, not your brother?

Yeah, I reckon he just
knew that Ben would lose it.

Sell it, more like.

You didn't much like your
brother-in-law, Mrs. Dempster?

I'll admit it. I never
really warmed to Ben.

All the best things in his
life, we practically gave him.

Barbara.

Well, it's true. You know,
you helped him buy that farm.

You loaned him God
knows how much money.

He only met Ruth
because she worked here.

I'm sorry, love. I know he was your
brother, but enough was enough.

I'd like to continue this
interview down at the station,

if you don't mind.

You have fallen
arches. Is that right?

Excuse me?

This'll take a lot longer, if I
have to repeat everything.

Yes, my shoes are custom-made.

Tell me about your
relationship with your brother

- and why it was so fractured.
- What's that got to do with my feet?

I helped Ben for years,
with his money problems.

Eventually, I had to stop.

That must have been hard.

Like watching a train crash.

So, Ben owed a
lot of money, then?

A couple of two-up games
isn't going to pay the bills.

Maybe you helped Ben out this
time with his money problems.

No.

How often did you
play two-up together?

Just this once.

Sergeant.

Can you open a window in here?

Ah, no, sir, they don't open.

Stuck in this tiny room, we
can't even open a window.

And not a lot of
oxygen to the brain.

Make officers forgetful.

That's not good, when we're trying
to remember the details of a case.

If we get something wrong,

it can mean the difference
between guilty and innocent.

That's why we
need our interviewee,

that's you,

to be clear...

so there's no room for error.

Now...

how often did you play
two-up with your brother?

Every month.

Thank you.

Now, all that's left to work out

is why your shoe print was
found at the crime scene,

when apparently you
were asleep in a barn.

What did Mark say to that?

He had no response.

Doesn't know how his
shoe prints got there.

Everything all right with Jean?

No. It's the anniversary
of Christopher's passing.

Where are you off to, Charlie?

Chief wants me back at
that farm, to visit the widow.

See if she can tell
me any more about

who exactly her
husband owed money to.

I imagine it's no fun going back
to the scene of a death knock.

Not much fun being on the
receiving end of one, either.

- I think I'll join you, Charlie.
- No, Munro doesn't like...

I promised I'd go back with some
sedatives. Just give me a moment.

Jean, do you mind if
I ask you something?

That plant out there, the
cactus-y looking one there.

What variety is that?

Aloe spinosissima... Oh.

Or Gold Tooth Aloe, because
of the red and gold rosettes.

- Doc, we need to go.
- Coming, Charlie.

Funny, I saw another
one quite like it today,

at the farm we
were at this morning.

Is that Ben Dempster's
farm you're talking about?

Is he the one who's d*ed?

Yes. How did you know?

Would you mind terribly, if I
came along with you both?

I know Ruth Dempster. I'd
like to check that she's all right.

Sure.

Who do we owe money to?

Easier to tell you who
we didn't owe money to.

- You don't take milk, do you, Ruth?
- No.

And the foreclosure date on
the farm, it was two weeks ago?

We waited, but the
bailiffs never came.

Kept our suitcases
open, ready to pack.

That must have
been very difficult.

We made the most of it.

But these last few weeks,
Ben wasn't the same.

You know what it's like, Jean.
Farmers working the land.

Up one minute, down the next.

And your husband never
considered selling the farm?

He had an estate
agent pushing us to sell,

but Ben thought
we should hold off.

Right. Last night, when...

when he didn't come home, I...

I should have gone
looking for him.

This is my fault.

No, Ruth, it isn't.

This is what it feels like.

Your Christopher didn't
come home, either.

No. He didn't.

Ben and I, we...

We used to say to each other
that if one of us dies, the other one...

Do you think Ruth
meant what she said,

when she said she
couldn't go on without Ben?

Oh, I don't know.

But my feeling is, we should
keep an eye on her. Mm.

Goodness me, this
crop's seen better days.

Yes, I don't understand.
The soil's always been so rich.

Oh, did you see
the plant? Our plant?

- The old Gold Tooth?
- Gold Tooth Aloe.

Yes, it's the same plant.

Most definitely the same variety.
No, it's exactly the same plant.

I took a cutting from that one
and planted it at your house.

This was our farm, Lucien.
Christopher's and mine.

Jean, I had no idea.

Oh, so much has happened.

It's a relief that it's still
there. It's exactly the same.

A bit larger, of course.

Are you all right?
Today, of all days?

Not really. But I
wanted to be here.

Yes.

Bloody hell.

- Did you...?
- Yes, I didn't want to say earlier.

That is so damn salty.

Definitely the lettuce. And
look, some are oily to the touch.

- I thought you'd given up cigarettes.
- I have.

Just for emergencies.

- Why would Ben use so much herbicide?
- Why, indeed.

There you are.

And good luck to you.

So, the chemical being
used on Ben's crops is 24-D?

Yes, a substance originally
intended for agricultural use,

now used as a
type of weed k*ller.

Right.

So, if it wasn't Ben
or Ruth who did it,

why didn't they notice
the damage to their crops?

Well, maybe they did,

and didn't want to scare
off any prospective buyers.

Next question.

Did the person poisoning Ben
Dempster's crops also k*ll him?

Well, Ruth mentioned
a real estate agent

who was bothering them
to sell about a week ago.

Which is a good motive
to destroy Ben's crops.

Either Ben starts to doubt
his ability as a farmer,

or he gets sick of the
vandalism to his property.

Decides to throw in
the towel and sell up.

And the agent gets
his healthy commission.

Then, there's Nathan Eaton,

the bloke who was in
lock-up from the fight.

Ben and he were both at
the alley the night Ben d*ed.

So, apart from Mark Dempster,
we have Nathan Eaton

and this real estate agent?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

They're the same bloke.

Nathan Eaton works at Wright
Homes. He's a property developer.

And he has the right shoe size.

I don't enjoy taking the
credit for your hard work.

Well, someone
has to update Munro

and I get the feeling
it's best it's not me.

Now, listen. With Ben Dempster
dead, the property would go to Ruth.

Well, it turns out, Nathan
Eaton is the real estate agent.

So, he knew she
was happy to sell.

Could be a reason to k*ll Ben.

Even so, k*lling someone
just to make a sale?

Oh, that Eaton, not the most
measured chap I've ever met.

m*rder may not be beyond him.

And listen, I had a
phone call from Jean.

Her house plant? It's
already started wilting.

You're saying there
were two estate agents

vying for the sale of
Ben Dempster's property?

Yep. No, Mrs. Carter.

Us here at Wright
Homes, and Lilley Estates.

The land surrounding Ben
Dempster's has all been sold off.

Once he sold,

we could start developing the
area for low-income housing.

So, getting that sale
was important to you.

Mate, all sales are
important to me.

And in order to get that sale,
you befriended the Dempsters.

- Buttered them up.
- All part of the job.

Convincing people to do things.

Yes. Explaining farms
to prospective buyers.

What makes for
good soil, and so on.

You were here to inquire
about Ben Dempster's property?

With Ben now deceased,

I imagine you'll be
approaching Ruth Dempster

to get that sale
that you wanted.

Why would I? There's no point.

Not now that their
farm's off the market.

Lilley Estates got to the
Dempsters before we did.

The deal was done
a few days ago.

Mr. Muir, you were Ben
Dempster's bank manager.

What were the extent
of his financial problems?

He was defaulting on
his mortgage payments.

I suggested he sell his farm,
pay back the bank what he owed.

Move somewhere smaller.

Oh, selling the farm would
have been the right thing to do.

Pay off the mortgage, give
us some money in our pockets.

But I stood by
Ben's decision not to.

Well, according to the developers at
Wright Homes, Ben did sell the farm.

- To Lilley Estates.
- No, that's not possible.

Well, the money was
deposited into Ben's account.

The bank was paid back what
it was owed, around £3,000.

So Ruth Dempster has
a sizeable inheritance?

She doesn't, actually.

What do you mean,
the money's gone?

A day after the money
from the sale went in,

your husband took
all the funds out again.

The money's gone.

Were there any other
unusual transactions

from Mr. Dempster's
account that stood out for you?

I always found it strange that a man
who seemed to have no normal routine

would come into the bank on
exactly the same day every year

and take out £20.

So, would you like to tell me
what we're doing here now?

This case, Charlie.

We've become so fixated
on the financial side of things,

we've lost sight
of the crime scene.

You going to introduce
me to your friend?

No need. She's about to
meet a very untimely end.

She belongs to Mrs. Beazley.

What, and you're just
going to throw her in?

Yes.

I have one or two
theories I want to try out.

What are you doing, Charlie?

Put this over her.

How very decent of you.

She's going to tell us
how easily cows stampede.

Whoever k*lled Ben Dempster
needed to know for certain

that these cows
would do precisely that.

Let's see, eh?

All right.

Sorry about this.

Absolutely nothing.

I wonder... What about noise?

Let's try a bit of
yelling, Charlie.

All right, let's start
with the money.

Off you go.

Peter Muir said
£15,000 still missing.

Yah!

From the sale of the farm?

- Yes!
- Really?

Yes.

Yeah, we checked Mark
Dempster's bank balance.

No large sums of
money have gone in.

Right. Ruth and Ben's accounts
are almost empty, as well.

- Thanks.
- I see.

How's your whistle, Charlie?

- Oh, pretty good.
- Let her rip.

Ah! High-pitched
noises, Charlie. Whistles.

That's what gets
them moving - whistles.

Well, that narrows it down to
every farmer in Victoria, Doc.

All right, Charlie, thank you.

- Doc!
- Yes?

Look at this.

That wasn't there before.

It's a money clip.

"MD."

Mark Dempster, I'm arresting you

under suspicion of the
m*rder of Ben Dempster.

I must inform you that you do
not have to say or do anything,

but anything you say or do
may be given in evidence.

Do you understand?

We've confirmed the money
clip belongs to Mark Dempster.

Oh, so you think it might
have fallen out of his pocket

when he k*lled his brother?

Well, that is what
we initially thought.

But then, Evan Sanders' father

dragged his boy
into the police station.

That's the teenager
that found the body?

Yeah, yeah.

He stole the money clip and
the money from the crime scene.

That's until he realized it
was a m*rder investigation.

- And so, he put it back?
- Yeah, exactly.

Yeah, you should have
seen the boss go through him.

It was like a hot
Kn*fe through butter.

Oh, I'm sure.

Look, all the evidence
we have still points to Mark.

They're doing a search through Ben
and Mark Dempster's houses tomorrow.

I see.

What about the man who's
indirectly k*lling my plant?

Ah, Nathan Eaton.

Well, he isn't clear
of suspicion just yet.

Oh, the showgrounds.

There's an article here
about the agricultural show.

It says that there's farmers
who are in uproar over...

- over prize money.
- Oh, there's always a cash prize

for the Best of British livestock
competition at the show.

- There isn't one this year?
- Apparently not.

It mentions the Muir
family in the article.

Oh, they always
put up the money.

They have done, for
as long as I can recall.

Peter Muir, the bank manager.

It's the same Muirs?

Yes, Peter. He's
an interesting sort.

They've always looked to
him to manage their finances.

So, it would have been his
decision to pull that prize money.

Oh, I presume so, yes.

You reckon he was at that
two-up game, don't you, Doc?

Possibly.

You know he'll just
deny ever being there.

Yes, I know.

But there may be another
way to find out, Charlie.

There's my girl.

Doc! Bit early
for you, isn't it?

Leo. G'day.

Been in the wars, have you?

- Hey?
- Looks like you've had quite a scrap.

Ah.

I know you were at that two-up game
with Ben Dempster the night he d*ed.

Doug Ashby let me go.

I needed to do
me milk deliveries.

I've already been dragged in by
that Munro bloke to answer questions.

Leo, it's all right. You're not
in trouble. I just need a name.

Someone who was at
that game, in that fight.

Someone who wouldn't want
people to know they liked to bet.

Really liked to bet.

Finance can be quite
dull, can't it, Mr. Muir?

I know, I know.

The only thrill I get these days is
during a game of cards or two-up.

It's not a problem or anything,
though. I... I can control it.

Then why didn't the Muir
family contribute prize money

to the show this year?

I've informed my family
to look to the future.

Start tightening their belts.

With your access to their
accounts, you gambled it.

You pissed it all away.

Your family could lose
their business, their land.

I'm sure Ben Dempster
could sympathize.

Let me tell you
what I think, Mr. Muir.

I think a man in your
precarious financial position

may have
misappropriated the funds

from the sale of
Ben Dempster's farm.

What's to say you're not
just lying through your teeth?

Maybe you were the
one who m*rder*d Ben.

Then you cook the
books, pocket the balance

and try to play me for a fool.

No! No, please.
You've got it all wrong.

Ben wanted in on some
card games, bigger games.

A way to keep his farm.
Except, he was a dreadful player.

He was just terrible. He told
me to extend the foreclosure date.

I refused.

He threatened to notify head
office about my gambling problem.

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

I know you didn't,
Muir. Look at you.

Who threw the first
punch at the two-up game?

Nathan Eaton. He
went straight for Ben.

Tell me, Sergeant, how did you know
Peter Muir was at that two-up game?

You initially suggested someone
was sabotaging Dempster's crops.

You've done a very thorough job.

Perhaps even gone
beyond the call of duty.

Now, I'd like to think
that inside my station,

there is a certain
structure and order.

Our name is
attached to our role.

It means that we are qualified
to be part of an investigation.

Constable Simmons,
Acting Sergeant Davis...

..Chief Superintendent Munro.

We've earned our place.

Yes, you have.

But it's my name attached
to those autopsy reports.

It indicates that I know
the cause of death.

We know how the victim d*ed.

Now, we need to
know who k*lled him...

If I find that you are
no longer a fit here,

the next station is in Bendigo.

It's an awfully long way
from the people you love.

Sergeant, let's find those
chemicals on Nathan Eaton.

We can bring him in with that.

Yes, sir.

So, Mr. Eaton,

I found this in the bottom
of the bin behind your office.

Much need for the use
of dangerous herbicides

in the property sales business?

I just wanted the
Dempsters to sell.

I didn't use enough to
poison them, just their plants.

But you stopped using the
chemicals once the place was sold?

No.

I stopped using them when I
saw Ben shopping for his wife.

Shopping with his wife?

No, for his wife. He was
at Thomson's Jewelers.

When he came out, I saw
him holding a necklace.

Sorry, what does that
have to do with anything?

Look, I've got a wife too, mate.

Despite what you may think,
I'm not that much of a bastard.

Ben was just a regular bloke,
buying a present for his missus.

That's when I stopped.

Mark's already been questioned
about that. You know he has flat feet.

Indeed.

But I was looking for
this particular shoe.

Well, it could be his work boot.

- Give me a minute.
- Thank you.

- We're just getting a glass of water.
- Well, what a good idea.

- Hello, I'm Dr. Blake. Lucien.
- Helen. Nice to meet you.

This is my little girl, Janet.

- Do you like my dress?
- It's new.

Well, yes, I do. It's lovely.

We'd better get that
water. Nice to meet you.

And you.

What a beautiful child.

The whole family
live on the property?

Ah, just Helen. She's
raising Janet on her own.

You know, it's
the weirdest thing.

That pair of Mark's
boots is missing.

Somehow, that
doesn't surprise me.

So, somebody else was
wearing Mark Dempster's shoes?

Yes. That's how this footprint
came to be in that cow pen.

Mark's shoes, not Mark's feet.

There's no sign of the money
from the sale of the farm, either.

Did you find anything else?

Yes, there was something
that took my interest earlier.

The Dempsters' children. I
thought they had four kiddies.

We saw them playing
together yesterday.

Turns out one of
them wasn't theirs.

A little girl.

Belongs to a farm hand, Helen.

Does that mean anything?

Oh, I don't know.

This little girl, she...

She looks a lot
like Mark Dempster.

- Oh?
- Yes.

Anyhow, the big question is,

where does someone hide £15,000?

Well, I know where I'd hide it.

Mark Dempster's confirmed
it. He's Janet's father.

- His wife knows, too.
- Oh, how could she not?

I'll tell the Chief.

He's going to be
back any minute now.

Good.

Doc.

Oh, Charlie, I have
every right to be here.

Perhaps I'm here checking
up on your mental health.

Hey, there's nothing wrong with my
mental health, thank you very much.

Oh, I'm sure I'd find something,
if I looked hard enough. Tea?

No, thank you.

Come on, what else have you
been reporting back to the Chief?

Well, there's no cash at Ben
Dempster's house, or Mark's.

And Mark Dempster bought a
new car, only days before Ben d*ed.

Now, that's not cheap.

Yeah, we searched
his property. Nothing.

Perhaps the money's in a
really, really good hiding place.

Yeah, I don't want to hear
what you're going to say next.

What?

I'm off to speak to the
jeweler about Ben's purchase.

If he was taking 20 quid out of the
bank at the same time each year,

maybe the jeweler was
an annual visit as well.

Exactly.

Doc, if Barbara catches you,

she'll tell the Chief, and
you'll be making it easy for him.

Jean, you're a marvel.

Wash up time, kids. Come on.

Yes, that's Ben's money.

It's from the sale of his farm.

I'm part of a local
property group.

Ben wanted me to
invest all of his money.

I was about to, when he d*ed.

He was finally growing up.

He didn't want me to
say anything to anyone.

You made me feel guilty, as
though I was the one who k*lled him.

That's why I kept lying.

What's wrong with him?

Could show some compassion.

I'd like to do some
more digging,

before we throw the
book at Mark Dempster.

Among the smaller details of
the case is the piece of jewelry

Ben bought on the
same day each year.

Davis, I want you to speak to
Ruth Dempster about the jewelry.

The rest of you, I want
you to go over every report,

every statement again.

Leave no stone unturned.

Yes, and one more thing.

If Ben was buying jewelry
on the same day each year,

it might be worth looking into
birthdays and anniversaries.

Seems logical to me.

That's it for now.

I'll leave you to
follow up your leads.

If it wasn't for the
Dempsters' neighbor

reporting a 1937 Standard
outside her property,

- I may never have known.
- Yes, I was trying to be...

I'm considering whether to
make your act of trespassing

a disciplinary matter.

I know I probably don't work
quite the way you'd like me to,

but I did find that money.

It may well be the
best lead we have.

Are you telling me
how to do my job?

No. No, absolutely not.

I just want to find
out who did this.

You and I want the same thing.

Yeah, but you're happy to
sabotage your career in the process.

You served on the
Malay Peninsula.

Saw your fair share
of nameless soldiers

dying without their loved ones.

So, what...

now you have to somehow
justify their deaths,

by justifying everyone else's?

- Sorry to interrupt.
- No, not at all, Charlie. Come in.

Well, we checked
on Ruth Dempster.

She doesn't know who
that jewelry was for.

And it's not her birthday
for another six months.

I see.

Are you finally going through
those boxes from my room?

Yes. This is the surgical records
journal from Ballarat Hospital,

from around the time my
dear mother passed away.

I should leave you in peace.

No, no, no, it's fine.
It's curious, though.

I was told my mother d*ed on
the operating table. Appendix.

And yet, in here,

there's no mention of her having
had an emergency appendectomy

on the night she d*ed, or any
other procedure, for that matter.

I put it down to doctor error.

We do make
mistakes, on occasion.

- I'll leave you to it.
- All right, Charlie. Thank you.

Charlie, do you mind
bringing in the milk?

- Where are you off to, Charlie?
- Just getting the milk.

Lucien, sorry about the mess.
We're baking for the church fete.

- Ah.
- "We"?

Ruth Dempster and
I. I'm going over there.

Thought it might be
good to keep her busy.

Yes, very good idea.
You all right, Charlie?

- Yep.
- Thank you.

Charlie, tell me, what do
you know about eye color?

Not much.

Well, it's inherited, and it's
influenced by more than one gene.

Sorry?

Er, different Jean.
Here, look at this.

Oh, your mother's?

Yes, a wonderful old
picture of my dear father.

Now, look. Here, she's used two
different tones of blue on that tie.

It wouldn't have mattered how
many different blues she used,

that tie would
still turn out blue.

However, if she'd used a
brown over the top of that blue...

Brown is a dominant color.
It would override the blue.

With eye color,

the only way to have blue
eyes is to have two blue genes.

And if you have brown eyes, you
can have either two brown genes,

or one blue and one brown.

Yes.

Remind me, Jean, your boy,
Jack. What color are his eyes?

Blue, like his father.

What about all the other colors?
Merely variants of the same thing.

Mark Dempster and Helen
Patten both have blue eyes.

Meaning any child they
had together would have...

Blue eyes.

Mark Dempster told
us that Janet is his child.

And yet, it was
his brother, Ben,

buying jewelry for
Janet's birthday every year.

People always bought
presents for Janet.

Yes, like the pretty brown dress
that matches her eyes so beautifully.

Eyes just like her father's.

Ms. Patten, Mark Dempster
is under investigation.

He's about to be
charged with m*rder.

Helen, if there's anything you
need to tell us, now is the time.

Please, for Janet's sake.

She's Ben's daughter.

Ruth, I know it's
not my place but,

I worry that you feel
responsible for Ben's passing.

I am.

You weren't there when he d*ed.

Anyway, I'm listening,
if you need to talk.

I never met anyone like him...

like Ben.

Together, we were unreliable.

Unpredictable.

We had the time of our lives.

I never stopped loving him...

not even when we went
through a really rough patch,

a few years back.

It was enough for him to look
for someone else for affection.

He was like a
child. He needed it.

I'd lost him to
that Helen woman.

I found out for sure last week.

I found his bank book.

A lot of our money
was going to her.

We'd been paying her for years.

All that time, we were
struggling just to survive.

He did this to me!

Jean!

And suddenly, it didn't
matter if he was dead or alive.

Jean!

Jean!

Ruth...

I think we might need to
find you a bandage, my dear.

I can't feel a thing.

You worked it out.

Yes.

You don't drink milk.

And I'd already canceled
our order when you arrived.

I must have already
known he was dead.

None of it matters.

Ruth, please.
Please, listen to me.

- I know...
- You know? What would you know?

What would any man know?

You're right, Ruth, he
wouldn't know, but I do.

I know what it's
like to be unhappy.

Christopher and I, we
fought, just like everyone.

I always told him I
wanted to see the world.

But he... he was happy
with the simple life.

Some days, I felt so trapped.

And when he didn't enlist, I asked
if him wanting to stay in Ballarat

was the reason
why he didn't sign up.

And he took that to mean that
he wasn't a man enough for me.

And that I thought
he was a coward.

And one week later,
he left for the front.

One stupid fight, and
I never saw him again.

Every morning, I wake
up feeling like you do.

Empty.

But it doesn't matter what we
feel, because we're still here.

And we have to find a
way to keep on going,

through the sadness.

I did what I did.
You did what you did.

And we have to live with
those consequences every day.

All right.

Ben was sitting on the gate.

I hit him with a spade...

hard.

He fell in, dazed.

And then, I whistled
to get the cows moving.

Didn't take long.

After you left the showgrounds,

you went to Mark's
farm to get his boots.

Well, I knew if I could find
something of his to put in the pen,

I could make it
look like he did it.

Why Mark?

He hid the truth about the baby.

He's just as bad as Ben.

You know, it's not your
ability that's in question.

It's that I don't have time to
manage someone who's a rogue.

And I can't do my
job half-heartedly.

It's not your job.

An important lesson you
learn during police training

is that we do not guess.

We do not follow
up on every hunch.

It can and will divert
you from the facts.

Yes.

Yes, Superintendent.

Look, you and I, we both
want the same outcome.

We just go about it differently.

From today onward,
you go about it my way.

You are either with me,

or against me.

Your decision.

I should be helping
you with this.

Jean, I put you in danger.

Oh, you did nothing of the sort and
I won't hear another word about it.

You didn't see much of the world
after Christopher d*ed, did you?

No.

I had plans, you know?

For his return.

The dress I'd wear,
the meal I'd make.

We'd get a chance
to sit down together

and I'd tell him
that he was enough,

and that he meant
everything to me and the boys.

We weren't finished.
There was so much to say.

You're not responsible
for Christopher's death.

Sometimes... sometimes, we end
up exactly where we're meant to be,

facing the challenges
we're meant to face.

It's your life, Jean.

Find that one thing, that one
thing you want for your future

and go for that one thing.

I'm still not ready.

Maybe this is the
beginning of you being ready.

Now, tell me something.

Did you remember
what you were thinking

- when you planted that chappie there?
- I remember.

I remember wanting to take a
piece of my old life to this house.

To keep Christopher's
memory alive.

And you most certainly have.

And regardless... Regardless
of whatever happens next,

I think you always will.