03x08 - Darkness Visible

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Edward!

Where are you, Franklin?

- Franklin!
- Jesus!

What do you think you're doing?

- Put that down.
- Stay out of this!

Edward! Edward,
there's no need for this!

Ah! Oh...

Where are you, Franklin?

For God's sake, Edward!

Edward, stop this!

For God's sake, you
don't need to do this.

Edward, I...

Neville Franklin.

- Wasn't he...?
- A friend of your father's.

I was going to say a
magistrate. Married? Children?

Worshipful Master of the
Ballarat Masonic Lodge.

Doesn't leave much
room for anything else.

Patrick, are you all right?

Edward did not do this.

I was with him the entire time.

While all this was going on?

- What was he doing here?
- Neville Franklin was...

his sentencing magistrate.

- And Edward's still on parole?
- Yeah.

- Patrick.
- What?

You're hurt. Why don't
you sit down for a bit?

- I'm fine.
- Charlie.

Boss's orders, sir.

No-one's allowed in.

If the Chief Superintendent
wants us to start this investigation,

he can bloody well get here.

Thank you, Sergeant.
Inspector. Doctor.

Come in.

Not you.

Well?

Presence of bloody
saliva around the mouth.

Well, foam, actually.

- Foam?
- Hypersalivation,

not swallowed during convulsion.

Severe displacement
of the limbs.

The deceased would have
been in a state of continual spasm

right up until his death.

- Sounds horrible.
- Yes, it is.

Broken glass here.
And of course...

dark fluid.

That'd be wine, wouldn't it?

Yes, fancy that. It
probably would be.

A Bordeaux, by the
looks of things, and...

- gosh, quite a reasonable vintage.
- Cause of death.

Poisoning of some kind,
judging by the state of the body.

I'll know more once I've
completed the relevant toxicology.

Report. On my desk.

What?

Why was he keeping
us out of this room?

Neville was already
dead when we got here.

Look, I was with
Edward the entire time.

There is no way he
could have done this.

Thank you, Mr Tyneman.

Patrick, did you
both come by car?

No. I... I drove.
Edward came on foot.

- Who arrived first?
- Edward.

And where was he
when you got here?

Well, he was in the house.
He threatened to k*ll Neville.

Davis.

Edward Tyneman.

I'm arresting you for the
m*rder of Neville Franklin.

- Oh, come on!
- Patrick!

You don't have to say anything,

but anything you do say may be
written down and used against you

as evidence.

Damn it, Charlie, I'm telling
you the man's dangerous.

Doc.

I was first on the scene
at Franklin's house.

Got there just before
the Superintendent did.

How long were you in that room?

Ten seconds, at most.

Then he arrived,
ordered me to stand guard

and he closed the door after me.

When he opened the door again,

I could swear there
was something different.

- And what was it?
- I don't know.

I could hear him moving
things around the room.

Try to remember, Charlie.
It's ever so important.

Well I've been racking my...

- Chief Superintendent here?
- Ah, he's in the interview room, sir.

No, we'll... We'll
wait in his office.

Young Blake, isn't it?

Well, not so young
any more, I'm afraid.

Mm, good. I knew your parents.

Come, gentlemen. Come.
Tell William we're here.

- Who the hell was that?
- Jock Clement.

That's Jock Clement? Now
I've come across his name.

And Wallace Llewellyn. Senior
and Junior Wardens of the Lodge.

Munro must have brought them in.

I've been filling the doc in

on the Superintendent's
behavior at the crime.

This is new.

Yes.

My guess is strychnine.

The victim convulses...

until they can no longer
breathe. The heart arrests.

They're conscious throughout.

And it can take quite a while.

Have you seen this on
one of your mysterious trips?

I read about it in a book.

Well, there's a facial abrasion.

Yes, around the base of the
nose, extending up the right cheek.

And laceration to the inner lip.

He fell.

- Hit something.
- Or someone clamped his mouth shut.

To drown out his screams?

All right, Alice, are you ready?

Thank you, Alice.

You know, there appears to be...

some damage to the
oesophagus here, too.

- Cause?
- I'm not sure yet.

Bloods and urine.

Analysis will take a day or two.

Why so long?

- Toxicologist is getting married.
- Oh.

Stomach contents?

What was that?

That was a good question.

It was shoved down his throat.

Explains the damage
to the oesophagus.

And where's the other half?

I don't recognize the currency.

That's because
it's a Masonic coin.

I assume you'll be
taking this with you.

Yes.

Um, Alice, I don't suppose...

I have the test results on the
soil from your mother's grave?

I said I'd call you
when they arrive.

Perhaps I wasn't going
to ask you about that.

It's nearly all you
talk about these days.

Am I wrong?

Well then.

Now, dinner's at six o'clock.

Or seven, or eight, or not at all,
depending on when he gets home.

He doesn't keep
regular hours, then?

No, I'm afraid not.

Now, I told you where
the clean linen is.

You did, and you need to go.

Thank you, Evelyn.

Ahh! Jean.

Mrs Toohey.

Well, I'll be staying at
the Soldiers Hill Hotel

until the day after tomorrow.

Thank you.

Lucien.

Jean.

I was, um...

How's the hotel?

It's fine.

I don't like the scones, though.

Now... you head off...
the day after tomorrow?

Yes.

How about I take
you to the bus stop?

No, no, it's fine, Lucien.

Jean.

Look, I know I...

I know I've been
preoccupied of late.

And...

Well, preoccupied.

Good afternoon, Lucien.

Yes.

A Mr Tyneman to see you.

He doesn't have an appointment.

Patrick.

Where's Mrs Beazley?

She's...

moving to Adelaide.

That's a pity.

I quite liked her.

Edward's not going to
survive going back to jail.

He's not sleeping now. He
washes his hands all the time.

He can't control his temper.

Why was he at Franklin's?

Cec Drury called
me from the club.

Edward was there,
drinking with a mate.

He announced he was
going to k*ll Franklin

and I jumped into
the car straightaway.

He's been out of prison
a while. Why go now?

Franklin contacted
Edward's parole officer.

He was going to have
Edward's parole revoked.

- Doesn't look good, Patrick.
- Yeah, I know how it looks.

Edward's just not capable
of something like this.

And I don't trust Munro.

You should probably see this.

Franklin's letter to
Edward's parole office.

I... took it off his desk.

- And you're trusting me with it?
- I'm worried about my son, Blake.

- You be all right?
- Yes, Charlie, thank you.

Edward.

Now if Chief Superintendent
Munro asks, you were feeling unwell.

Sergeant Davis brought me
down to check up on you, all right?

You got me sent to jail.

Yes.

And you were guilty then.

The question now is...

Did you m*rder
Neville Franklin? Now...

do you know what happened?

Now, this wasn't an easy death.

No, this took timing. Eh?

It took patience,
it took planning...

Jesus!

I'll k*ll you.

I'll shove a Kn*fe so far up
you, and I'll twist it around.

Edward, please, calm down.

Your father doesn't believe
you k*lled him and neither do I.

Why don't you think
that I k*lled him?

Guesswork.

Your father's worried.

He should have said something
when they expelled me from the Masons.

Oh, he didn't tell you?

Franklin organized a meeting.

And they kicked me out.

And Dad said nothing.

I see.

I'm afraid that only
gives you more motive.

Oh, there were a
few of 'em there.

There was Franklin,

Clement, Llewellyn, Dad.

I mean, maybe I
want to k*ll all of them.

Maybe I'm going through
them all one by one.

Edward, could I see your hands?

Please, I promise... I
promise I won't hurt you.

That's it.

It's all right.

Good man.

How dare you touch me?
You disgusting piece of filth!

You have to release
Edward Tyneman.

Since his time in jail,

he's developed several
phobias and compulsions.

God knows what
happened to him in there.

He is now incapable of skin-on-skin
contact with any other human being.

So?

Neville Franklin was
poisoned with strychnine,

but someone clamped his
mouth shut when he was dying.

This would have
involved touching his lips,

handling bloody saliva,
watching while he convulsed!

He could have worn gloves.

Too confronting for Edward
Tyneman. He's not your man.

- This your report?
- Yes, it is.

Then that'll be all.

Jock Clement was in here
to see you earlier. Why?

Because he's the most senior
member of the Ballarat Lodge.

And he's a personal
friend of mine.

Did he ask you to keep
the Masons out of it?

Of course it's all right to
accuse Edward Tyneman,

seeing as he's no
longer a brother.

Do you know where Edward Tyneman
was before he went drinking at the club?

You're accusing him
or murdering Franklin,

then returning to the house
to use his father as an alibi?

No more far-fetched than some
of the things you've suggested.

Anything else, Doctor?

No. No, it's all in the report.

Charlie.

Can't stay. I'll tell Mrs Toohey
you'll be home for dinner.

- Doc.
- Yes?

Got a phone call for you.

That bloke from the Masons?
He's been ringing the boss.

- Three times so far.
- Jock Clement?

He's asking questions
about the crime scene.

Ah, here's that phone
message for you, Doc.

Bring it here, Sergeant.

Thank you, Charlie.

The test results on the soil
from your mother's grave.

The usual trace elements, but
higher than normal levels of alkaloid.

What kind of alkaloid?

Indications suggest
it was strychnine.

Increasing in concentration
with proximity to her body.

Enough to suggest...?

That's how she d*ed.

Cause of death was listed

as complications from
an unknown illness.

- The doctor who autopsied her...
- Jock Clement.

I have a copy
of the certificate.

You know him?

Two deaths. Both strychnine.

Forty years apart.

Lucien.

She may have
taken it on purpose.

Alice, you know
how Franklin d*ed.

She would have
d*ed the same way.

Now you're quite sure Jock
Clement's going to be here?

Jock Clement?

He's always here.

Thank you, Patrick.

I spoke to Edward.
He didn't k*ll Franklin.

Munro won't hear
of it, of course.

You know, Munro and Doug
Ashby had a bit of a row in the club

a few days ago.

- Is that right? What about?
- Oh, I don't know.

Patrick, by the way,
better get rid of this.

You said you found
it on Franklin's desk.

It was underneath his diary.

Diary? There was no diary.

Big black thing.
You couldn't miss it.

- This man isn't a brother.
- It's all right, he's with me.

And anyway, he'll wait in the
hall while the meeting's in session.

So why do you need
to speak to Jock?

I have some questions. Ah, Cec.

Oh, has sir become
a brother now?

No, here on business.

Well, that explains it then, sir.
Ah, thank you, Mrs Llewellyn.

No, thank you.

Cec.

Cec organizes
drinks for our socials.

You'd know the mayor
over there, of course.

Jenner, chair of the
Industry Association.

Anyone here I haven't
insulted at some point?

No, probably not.

Excuse me, Jock.

Lucien Blake.

Ah, young Blake. Come, join us.

Thank you.

I'll leave you gentlemen to it.

Ah, Wallace Llewellyn,
our Junior Warden.

- How do you do?
- Pleasure.

Well, what can we do for you?

Well, police matters, I'm afraid.
You obviously knew Neville Franklin.

Oh, yes, he was initiated a
couple of months before I was.

A long time ago, though.

We were both up for the
post of Worshipful Master,

- just a couple of weeks ago.
- Yes, of course.

The position went
to him, not you.

- Must have been a disappointment.
- Yes. Yes, it was, it was.

- Any bad feelings?
- Oh, absolutely.

I called the bastard a bastard
and then I bought him a drink.

Of course. A Bordeaux, perhaps.
Wasn't that his drink of choice?

Tonic, with lime.

- Neville was a teetotal.
- Oh, I see.

Mr Clement, tell me.

Have you seen...

Have you seen this before?

Er...

Wallace, would you ask
that wife of yours to bring me

- another glass of claret?
- Of course.

Where did you get this?
Where's the rest of it?

- It was missing?
- It was stolen.

From one of the cabinets.
They broke the lock.

Perhaps you should
have reported it.

Well, yes, I did, to
your superintendent.

Whoever took it left no prints.

Speaking of Chief
Superintendent Munro,

would you describe
him as a friend?

We're all brothers here.

Yes.

Some 40-odd years ago, as
a young registrar, I underst...

We're ready to start
in a few minutes.

Oh, yes. Excuse me,
Lodge business to attend to.

Certainly.

I'm guessing you'll
become Worshipful Master

here at the Lodge,
now that Neville's dead.

Yes, perhaps. Why?

No reason.

May I help?

Ohh!

I am sorry. I didn't
mean to startle you.

Dr Lucien Blake, police surgeon.

Clare Llewellyn. I
knew your father.

Yeah, I hear that a lot.

Do you know, I had a
wonderful housekeeper.

She was much smarter than me,

and the very least I could do was
dry the dishes from time to time.

Do you work here?

Wallace seemed to think
that it might reflect well on him.

- And has it?
- Apparently, I'm not well liked.

Something went missing,

and Mr Clement and Mr
Franklin thought that I took it.

A coin?

Perhaps.

Clare, tell me.

How did you get
on with Mr Franklin?

Not terribly well, I'm guessing.

I was either too
forward or too miserable.

Upset the Lodge
members, apparently.

Where were you earlier
today, Clare, around lunchtime?

- Did you want to harm Mr Franklin?
- Clare!

Where's... What's going on?

Mr Llewellyn, I
was just chatting

with your wife about
Neville Franklin.

I think it's time you left.

Please don't take this out
on your wife, Mr Llewellyn.

I was simply asking
some questions.

She can do without
that, especially now.

Hang on a minute. What do
you mean, especially now?

Has something happened?

Good afternoon, Doctor.

- Trouble, Wallace?
- Not at all, Mr Ashby.

The meeting will
be in a few minutes.

I see you've been
offending people again.

Doug, what's this meeting about?

Voting on the new
Worshipful Master.

I think you'll find the door
locked next time you try to get in.

Good to see you, Doctor.

Well, this looks wonderful.

Thank you, Mrs Toohey.

Does the doctor
know dinner's ready?

I ran into him in the hallway,
told him that I'd spent half the day

cleaning up that
dusty old studio

and that dinner was
nearly on the table.

Oh, he growled at me!

Second time today.

He can be a little
difficult sometimes.

He doesn't mean anything by it.

Why don't you
join us for dinner?

Oh, you're very kind,
but I have my own house.

If there's nothing
else, I'll say goodnight.

- Thank you, Mrs Toohey.
- Goodnight.

Oh, for the love of God!

Bloody meddling woman!

Where the hell is it?

What's he up to?

- I have no idea.
- One box. One bloody box.

Lucien! Lucien,
are you all right?

Lucien!

Lucien?

Ah, there's a dustpan and
brush in the kitchen somewhere.

I'll get it.

What are you doing?

Looking for my
father's medical records.

That bloody woman's
tidied the place up.

I can't find a damned thing.

Well, maybe she didn't
know she wasn't supposed to.

- Maybe she should have.
- Well, maybe she's not Jean.

It's a quarter to four, Lucien.

It's all right, I'll take
care of that. Thank you.

Charlie, Franklin's place.
When you were in that room,

did you see a diary on the
desk? Large, black bound...

Doc, I've been trying
to picture the room,

but I can't remember
a thing, I'm sorry.

Have you questioned
Jock Clement?

Munro's talked to him.

But I certainly wouldn't
call it an interview.

I am telling you, something
is going on at that lodge.

You should also talk
to Clare Llewellyn.

- You come across her, Mattie?
- I don't think so.

Well, possible undiagnosed
psychiatric condition there,

I can tell you.

You know, strychnine's
readily available.

But it's so bitter.

You'd know if you
were drinking it.

I think it was forced
on Neville Franklin.

It was how my mother d*ed, too.

Strychnine used to be
prescribed as a pick-me-up.

You're asking if she took
a deliberate overdose?

I don't know.

I don't...

I don't know. Anyhow,
I've woken you both up.

You should both go to bed.
I'll... I'll take care of this later.

Sorry we couldn't help, Doc.

That's all right, Charlie.
We'll work it out... somehow.

Thank you.

Had he been drinking?

A little.

But you know, that
business with his mother, it...

You know, Mattie, he was only
ten years old when his mother d*ed.

She was a force
of life, apparently.

His father shipped him
off to boarding school

one week after she d*ed.

I don't think he
ever forgave himself.

Lucien didn't.

He was asking Charlie
and I for answers.

Names and details.

Who ran the Masons, when,
who got along, who didn't.

- That sort of thing?
- Yes.

But more than that...

he misses you.

- I've promised Christopher.
- We know you have.

My son needs me, Mattie.

It's not the same
without you there.

I know.

Hello there.

I hope I didn't get you into
too much trouble yesterday.

How did you get my address?

It was on your patient file
from when you saw my father.

Can we talk?

My father obviously liked you.

I think he felt bad
he couldn't help you.

No-one's able to help.

I'm either out of control
or I can't get out of bed.

Happens every now and then,
doesn't it? Sort of... in cycles.

You too?

Well, more so in the past.

You said Mr Franklin
accused you of stealing...

It was Mr Clement.

You'd think my own husband
might defend me, wouldn't you?

But they've... they've
had their little vote now

and they've got what they
wanted. Everyone's happy now.

What they wanted?
What do you mean?

Mr Clement's the
new Worshipful Master.

My Wallace is Deputy Warden.
They've been planning this for ages.

Clare.

Did you steal that coin?

No.

Is it possible Mr Clement or
your husband stole the coin?

They both have keys.

Are there any lodge records,
information about that coin,

why it's so special?
Something that might tell us...

All records are kept...

They're kept in the court.

It's where they have
their grand meetings.

Sometimes, when I look at them,

I just get so angry,

and I don't know
what I might do if...

Hello?

What the hell are you doing?!

I thought you were
going to k*ll me!

This arrived in the
mail this morning.

Was there a note?

I think the meaning's
rather clear, don't you?

Where did you
find the other half?

Inside Neville
Franklin's stomach.

Someone forced
him to swallow it.

Then I rest my case.

Tell me...

why does this coin
mean so much to you?

It was my initiation coin.

When you're initiated, you have
to have nothing in your pockets.

They check to make sure.

Then at some point,
they say to be accepted,

you have to make payment,
no matter how small.

- But they've made sure you...
- Yes, they let you squirm.

Then a brother steps forward,

gives you a ceremonial
coin to buy passage.

- Why?
- Oh, it shows you can always rely

on your fellow Masons for help.

That was my coin.

- Neville Franklin gave it to me.
- Thank you.

How did you get in here?

I had a key.

- Whose?
- Listen, all those years ago...

you signed my
mother's death certificate.

You know how she d*ed.

Strychnine poisoning.

Same as Neville
Franklin. But you lied.

You lied to the police.
You lied to my father.

Your father had
just lost his wife.

He didn't need to know
that she'd taken her own life.

You're saying it was su1c1de?

Your mother was a...

a very charming woman.

Neville made a damned
fool of himself pining after her.

But charming women
can be unstable.

I blame Doug
Ashby for her death.

Your father was a good man.
But we all loved your mother.

Oh, he was with her
the night she d*ed.

Neville was giving a party.

Your father left early.

Your mother continued drinking.

Doug was supposed
to keep an eye on her.

What happened?

He drank too much.

Fell asleep.

Did you know my mother
was friends with Doug Ashby?

Your father talked about it.

When he woke up, he
found her in the next room.

She was already dying. We
did our best to bring her back.

Doug...

hasn't told me any of this.

Would you?

How did you cover it
up? I mean, strychnine is...

Strychnine.

Oh, strychnine is a
terrible way to die.

The physical signs are
very hard to cover up.

Yes.

I wrote the death certificate...

and that was that.

Very sad, Lucien.

But a very long time ago.

Neville said something
about a diary he was writing

in the last few weeks.

Do you know anything about it?

A diary? What kind of diary?

Oh, I don't know. Lodge
business, members' details.

Your boss seemed fairly
cagey when I mentioned it.

- You think it's important?
- No, I don't think so.

Right, well, I'll
certainly look into it.

Well done, young Blake.

Your father would
have been proud of you.

You! You!

Jock, are you all right?

Between you and...

you and my wallet...

I've been saved.

You can't interview
her. She's not fit.

She's not sound of mind!

What do we have on him?

Well, he tampered
with the crime scene.

We think Munro took a
diary from Franklin's desk,

- at Jock Clement's request.
- Well, we need more than that.

Oh, something's
going on in that place.

Munro's trying to pin
this on some poor woman

who's suffering from a
manic depressive psychosis.

It's absolutely outrageous.

And if you don't want to help
me, Davis, you can go to hell.

Step outside, Davis.

Now.

Clare Llewellyn has
made a full confession

to the m*rder of
Neville Franklin.

She's also implicated
Edward Tyneman.

Lawson.

Given recent events, you are
now surplus to requirements.

You'll be taking
early retirement.

Doctor.

Do you deny speaking
to Clare Llewellyn

an hour before the att*ck
on John Clement took place?

Do you deny entering the
lodge without permission?

Of course not.

Incitement to v*olence,
trespass, tampering with evidence.

These are all
chargeable offenses.

I'm not the one who's been
tampering with evidence.

The Masonic coin you took
from Neville Franklin's body.

Give it to me.

I've seen dozens
of men like you.

Yeah, you like to pretend
you're some white knight.

But you just can't live
with the consequences.

That's the difference
between you and me.

I'm removing you from all duties
as police surgeon as of this moment.

Get out.

Mrs Toohey.

Oh, you're home early, Doctor.

I've just been fired.
Tell me something.

Do you know how to make scones?

Of course I do.
I'll whip up a batch.

No, no, no, it's all right. I
don't want you to make them.

I want to make
them, but I don't...

Do you think you
could show me how?

Lucien?

Jean. I know I have
no right to just...

show up like this, but I...

my... my head is swimming.
One thing blurs into the next.

I've been finding
it very hard to...

- Well, to see anything else.
- Did Evelyn bake those?

No, I... I... I did.

With Mrs Toohey's
help, of course.

So you're trying
to find a connection

between Neville Franklin
and your mother's death.

And perhaps I'm trying to find
patterns where there aren't any.

Yes.

They're not too bad.

Where shall we start?

- Clare Llewellyn.
- No!

She tried to s*ab Jock Clement.

Yes, but poisoning's
a very different thing.

Ah, really?

Considered it yourself
from time to time, have you?

I might've. Then there's
that business with the coin

No, I can't see it.

What connection does she
have to my mother? I mean,

Jock Clement, Neville Franklin.

Clare was a young woman
who wasn't accepted,

who was always trying to fit in.

Just like your mother.
Maybe that's the connection.

- Edward Tyneman.
- No.

Don't want to wildly accuse him
just because he's a Tyneman?

No, no, no, no, not this time.

Edward has developed an
extreme aversion to human contact

- of any kind.
- Oh!

Expelled from the
lodge by Mr Franklin,

not defended by his father.

Still, I suppose a man like
that's more likely to harm himself.

I always said you
were smarter than me.

Now, where were we? Ahh,
Clare's husband, Wallace Llewellyn.

Now, I got the feeling he
wanted to take a swing at me.

- Tell him to join the queue.
- Thank you.

We don't know enough about him.

Oh, I don't know enough
about anyone, it would seem.

Doug Ashby. Now, Doug gave me a key,
and he was there when my mother d*ed.

He was a friend of
your father's, and...

your mother d*ed
40 years ago, Lucien.

I just can't see her
swallowing that poison.

- Doesn't sound like her to me.
- Well, Jean, you never met her.

No, but your father talked
about her all the time.

She was difficult, fierce.

But he never
described her as morbid.

Do you know, I'm
beginning to think that...

they were just...

two very different
kinds of people.

- That can work.
- Do you think?

She loved your father very much.

And she loved you. She
would never have left you.

Now, is that all?

- Morning, Cec.
- Ah, morning, sir.

Will you be requiring breakfast?

Not today, thank you. I
have a couple of questions.

Um, pertaining to my
parents, as a matter of fact.

What were their feelings
towards Neville Franklin?

I understand he was quite
besotted with my mother.

No, sir, no, sir, it was Mr
Clement who was besotted.

Mr Ashby had to take
him aside and warn him.

Doug was always a great
defender of your mother's.

Jock Clement? You're quite sure?

Well, he couldn't stay away from
her. We felt quite embarrassed for him.

Right. One more thing, Cec.

Do you see much
demand for Bordeaux?

No-one seems to like
it much anymore, sir.

Although, I did have a
request for a bottle last week.

Quite out of the blue.

You know that was your
mother's favorite tipple.

Who asked you for it?

May I have a draught of that?

You poisoned Neville Franklin.

Revenge for the
m*rder of my mother.

Yup.

What the hell were you
thinking, Doug? You're a copper!

I found her.

She was in convulsions.

I thought it was my fault.

She was my mother.
This was for me to solve!

How could you?

Jock m*rder*d your mother.

Franklin was complicit.
They'd laid out all the alibis.

Made me feel
like I'd failed her.

Which I had.

You sent Jock Clement
the other half of that coin.

And I suppose you're not gonna
give me the chance to use it on him.

What would you
have done, Lucien,

if you realized they were
going to get away with it?

I don't know,
Doug. I don't know.

You do know that whatever you'd
done, it wouldn't have been enough.

No. You'd never
prove it, you know.

He'll deny it all!

Munro.

Munro took a diary
from Franklin's desk.

Jock Clement wants it. Now why?

Jock and Neville fell out
about a year ago. Maybe...

Neville was writing
things down...

for insurance.

Do you have any
allies left in the station?

- I can take you.
- It's not a problem, Mattie.

They're to go outside, please.

Lucien would be here as well.

Yes, I know. But he has
other business to attend to.

Young Blake, what
are you doing here?

You were... obsessed
with my mother.

You tried forcing her
into having an affair.

She refused.

So you poisoned her.

Neville Franklin
wrote it all down.

He thought you were
going to do him in

over who became Lodge leader.

So he wanted some
insurance. This... this diary.

Superintendent Munro is
very keen to get his hands on it.

Seems everyone's after
some insurance these days.

What do you want, Blake?

I want the life you
took from my mother,

my father, the life you
took from Dough Ashby

and the life you took from me.

I don't fancy your chances.

Hmm? Give it to me.

Now.

You've no idea, have you?

Just like your mother.

Look at you.

Never married.

Never loved.

Never cared.

The one woman...

the only woman who caught
your eye, you poisoned...

Uh-uh-uh-uh.
That's close enough.

How does it feel, old man?

To live for so long, for what?

Don't think that I
won't k*ll you too.

Well, for your sake,
you're going to have to.

Put the g*n down, Mr Clement.

No-one will miss you.

No-one will care.

You'll leave nothing
behind. Nothing.

Ohh.

That's me, then.

Doug!

Doug. Doug, I'm sorry.

Don't be. Nothing
for me here now.

If he denies it...

you've got him on this.

I loved her.

Lucien?

Lucien?

Chief Superintendent Munro, you
are now required to accompany us

to answer the charges of
tampering with evidence,

obstructing an investigation and
associating with known criminals.

Do you think Command in
Melbourne will accept this?

Well, it was their idea.

Thanks for that.

I suppose you're quite
happy with yourself.

You seem convinced...

that the world is a place
full of guilt, lies and deceit.

A place where there are no
second chances, no excuses.

How unfortunate for you.

I refuse to see
the world that way.

I genuinely believe people
are worth fighting for.

That's the difference
between you and me.

Goodbye, William.

Miss, we have to go, I'm afraid.

- Jean, I...
- No, don't say anything.

Not yet.