05x06 - First Dance

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(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHOTO SNAPPING)

WORTHINGTON: Charlotte.

Charlotte. You're
coming home right now.

No!

You told me to handle
things for myself, so I am.

Stop it, Charlotte!

You're making a scene.

Exactly!

You're supposed to be
behaving like a young lady,

not a hooligan.

Now, I don't know what
you're thinking of doing...

No, you don't.

But you will.

Don't you walk away from me!

Ow!

- Look, I will not let you make a fool...
- Wait!

- This... this...
- Let go of her!

- This has nothing to do with you, Reddan.
- We're not in class.

You can't tell me what to do.

But I'm still your principal,
and she is my daughter.

Enjoy the presentation, Dad.

Come on.

Charlotte, you come
back here right now!

Inside, everyone!

Let's get started.

Nice dress, Charlotte.

TYNEMAN: Ladies and
gentlemen, Ms. Fiona McGregor.

(APPLAUSE)

Next I'd like to introduce the
lovely Miss Christine Pryor.

She'll be accompanied
on this momentous evening

by Mr. James Young.

(APPLAUSE)

Christine is an excellent
student of mathematics,

a member of the
Junior Dramatic Society,

and she's Ballarat's reigning
Under 18 Girls' Tennis Champion.

(APPLAUSE)

Ladies and gentlemen,
Ms. Christine Pryor.

(APPLAUSE)

(PHOTO SNAPPING)

Our final debutant for tonight

is none other than Principal
Worthington's daughter.

She will be accompanied
by Mr. David Reddan.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me
introduce Miss Charlotte Worthington.

(APPLAUSE)

Uh, Mr. David Reddan
and Charlotte Worthington.

(INDISCERNIBLE WHISPERING)

Charlotte?

She and Dave were here earlier.

Your job was to avoid
this sort of embarrassment.

You're supposed to be on stage.

I can't find her.

Did you check in there?

It's the girls' dressing room.

Idiot.

What are you doing,
Charlotte? Get up.

Get up, girl.

Charlotte?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

JEAN: Dr. Blake's residence.

Wendouree Grammar?

I tell you, Matthew.

Rest and relaxation, I
don't know how people do it.

JEAN: Matthew.

You're needed
down at the station.

There's been a death
at the debutants' ball.

Give me two seconds.

I'll be right with you.

- No, Lucien - You're
not fit enough, Lucien.

I'm still the police surgeon.

I'll get Dr. Wallace.

What... Jack Wallace?

He wouldn't know a
carbuncle from a kidney.

Look, I could work from here.

Alice can manage the autopsy.

All you need to do is
bring me the reports.

Oh, come on, Matthew.

You know I'll do a better
job than bloody Wallace.

He won't stop annoying
you until he's working.

Why is she still lying there?

I'm sorry, sir, but we need to
keep her here for just a while longer.

Just this way, please.

How long does it
take to clear a room?

We're still taking
statements, sir.

Must have been a stroke.

Her mother, she
d*ed the same way.

I see.

Well, even so, we need
other witnesses' accounts.

Robert, we need to let
the police do their job.

I wish they would.

Where's your superintendent?

I want him to handle this.

I'll make sure I tell him, sir.

Um, can you let me know when
you're finished with the students?

I need to make sure
they all get home.

Make sure that the
hall's completely...

Sally.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, Mum.

Let's get you home.

Is that teacher
a friend of yours?

Kim Fox.

She organized the deb.

She found Charlotte with
her father and boyfriend.

Well, she seems to get
along with the kids well.

ROSE: She's a good teacher.

I don't suppose you've had a
chance to chat to those girls?

No, but I overheard them.

They're all saying
the same thing.

Charlotte went into
the dressing room

before the deb started
and never came out.

BLAKE: Right, Alice.

I'm here.

Is Charlie with you?

ALICE: He's assisting.

There's no apparent damage
to the vertebrae or skull.

However, there is a small
amount of free intracranial gas

visible on the X-ray.

BLAKE: Which can
occur post-mortem.

Doctor, I'm afraid I'm
going to need a full autopsy

to establish cause of death.

There's no sign of a struggle,
no damage to her clothing,

no skin or fibers
under the fingernails.

Could it be a stroke,
given the mother's history?

It's possible.

ALICE: But there are
other things to consider.

Such as?

ALICE: She has minor blistering
in the oral cavity and pharynx.

Any idea as to the cause, Alice?

ALICE: Not without toxicology.

Also, she has healing
contusions on her upper arms.

BLAKE: And how old?

There's significant yellowing.

ALICE: I'd say at least a
few days, possibly more.

And finally,

there's scarring
on the upper thighs.

They're burn marks, Lucien.

Describe them to me.

ALICE: Small,
about a square inch.

Triangular with an emphasis on
two sides, pointing downwards.

Repetitive.

ALICE: Very deliberate.

She was abused before she d*ed.

CHARLIE: Dr. Harvey said the
burns occurred over a period of time,

most have already
completely scarred

but there are a few in
the final stages of healing.

They were a couple
of months old.

How long she been
with the boyfriend?

Only since the school
started preparing for the deb,

so not more than six weeks.

What's your take on the father?

He's strange, very controlling.

You think he's capable of
abusing his own daughter?

People are capable
of anything, Charlie.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING INTENSIFIES)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING) JEAN: Yes, all right.

Ugh, coming!

Lucien, go back to bed.

ALICE: Morning.

Is it?

I have the autopsy results.

ALICE: Cause of death was
basal subarachnoid hemorrhage,

usually associated with
aneurysms at the base of the brain.

BLAKE: Stroke?

At first glance, yes.

Any damage to the cerebral
arteries, the Circle of Willis?

I discovered a small
amount of blood

in the external auditory canal.

Opening the middle ear
confirmed my suspicions.

She was stabbed through the ear,

piercing the ear drum and
the internal carotid artery.

Resulting in a hemorrhage
and of course, death.

It would explain the
free gas on the X-ray.

w*apon?

Oh, anything long and thin.

I'll call the station.

Ooh.

BLAKE: Ah, Jean.

- Alice.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

BLAKE: Alice, it's a very clinical
way to k*ll someone, isn't it?

Cold, dispassionate.

I used the dark
room at the Courier.

Oh.

BLAKE: No, I'm sorry.

This... this isn't
going to work for me.

I... I have to go to the morgue.

But I followed your
instructions to the letter.

Yes, you did brilliantly.

And I'm ever so grateful,
but Alice, you understand.

It's... it's... it's
just not the same.

Jean, I'm... I'm no
good to her here.

I... I can't help her like this.

Well, then, I'm coming with you.

(SIGHS) Jean, would you mind...

Thank you.

Oh, wonderful.

(SIGHS)

Hello, Charlotte.

I'm so sorry we're
meeting like this.

I think the bruising
under her arms

is too old to be
from time of death.

Which suggests she knew
her k*ller probably quite well.

BLAKE: Clearly they were able to
get in close without any resistance.

That's adhesive residue.

I think it's from
industrial tape.

She was restrained?

ALICE: Yes.

But not at the
time of her death.

No, the residue's been
partially scrubbed away.

Her intestines have
blistered in a manner

similar to the throat, probably
caused by the large amount of raw chili

I found in her digestive tract.

BLAKE: Right, as you
know, generally speaking,

the body takes around 72
hours to process most food.

Which means that chili was
consumed around the same time

those bruises were received.

Add to that the adhesive
tape around her wrists.

Yes.

Who tortured you, Charlotte?

And then there are the burns.

What on earth would
leave these kinds of marks?

Sorry, I'll wait outside.

Well, you should
have some breakfast.

Do you want eggs and
toast or just toast or...

No, you should have eggs.

Jean.

BLAKE: Jean.

I am sorry.

I shouldn't have let
you come with me.

She was so young.

(CRYING) And someone
made her suffer over and over

before she was...

(SIGHS)

I understand why
you had to go there.

BLAKE: It's the
least I can do for her.

Did you and Alice work
out what those marks were?

No, not yet.

Because I think I know
what caused them.

(IRON STEAM RELEASING)

(SIGHS)

I didn't want to be right.

The impression's different.

Charlotte's burns,
those triangular shapes,

they seem deeper at
the tips, whereas this is...

More even.

But whoever did it must
have held it differently.

No, hang on a moment, Jean.

Thank you.

May I, um...

(STEAM HISSING) Lucien?

Lucien, be careful.

It's all right.

(IRON STEAM RELEASING)

(GRUNTS)

Someone was
already torturing her.

Why would she burn herself?

Self-loathing, finding
an escape through pain,

believing hurt and
damage is all she deserves.

She's a teenage girl
from a well-to-do family.

This abuse, was
it only physical?

No evidence of sexual as*ault.

Well, at least that's something.

What about a m*rder w*apon?

Well, nothing in evidence
matches the description.

Right, well, let's find
out who did this to her.

WORTHINGTON: Yes? What is it?

I have people relying on me.

Mr. Worthington.

Professor.

Professor Worthington,
Chief Superintendent Lawson.

Well, thank you for coming.

I'm afraid it's our duty to inform
you that your daughter Charlotte

suffered a severe injury to her
brain, which resulted in her death.

CHARLIE: It wasn't a stroke.

She was m*rder*d?

WORTHINGTON: How?

We can't divulge that
information at this time.

I'm sorry for your loss.

LAWSON: Could we have a
look at Charlotte's bedroom?

Why? She didn't die here.

It'll help us get a better
understanding of who she was.

Well, go back to
the crime scene.

You're police,
not psychiatrists.

I'm sorry, but it's
necessary, sir.

LAWSON: And I prefer not to
have to go and get a warrant.

I'm afraid we're going
to have to reschedule.

The doctor isn't
seeing patients today.

Oh, but Dr. Blake called
me and asked me to come.

BLAKE: Mrs. Reddan,
nice to see you.

Why don't you come through?

There we are.

Is it bad news, doctor?

It's a tumor, isn't it?

No, Mrs. Reddan, no tumor.

But severe headaches can be
exacerbated by stressful events.

(SIGHS) I tell that
to my husband.

He thinks I have the vapors.

Right.

Well, your blood pressure
is a little high, not surprising,

given what happened last night.

I assume you were there.

Terrible business.

Yes, indeed.

Now, there are some
stretches we could try.

They might bring
you some relief.

Mrs. Reddan, I
understand your son Dave

was accompanying
the Worthington girl.

Yes.

He's very upset.

Ohh, I wish he'd stayed
with his last girlfriend

instead of deciding
to take Charlotte.

He was meant to
accompany someone else?

Sally Murphy,
such a clever girl.

Oh, I could tell he'd
lost interest in her.

But honestly, I was surprised when
he picked Charlotte Worthington.

Really, why?

Oh, well, she was just
so aloof and superior,

no sense of humor.

Dave could have any
girl he wants, you know.

He's very popular.

WORTHINGTON: She
was very bright, academic,

a little prone to melodrama.

But that's what
teenage girls are like.

Afraid I wouldn't know.

I don't know what
you're hoping to find.

Do you think I did it?

WORTHINGTON: Why
would I k*ll my own daughter?

We have to consider
all the possibilities.

What are you doing?

WORTHINGTON: Hey, you...
You've got no right to touch her stuff.

It was my wife's.

Martha, she d*ed many years ago.

What are you... But
how is that evidence?

Is this really necessary?

Anything that can help us
piece together Charlotte's life is...

Get out... out!

WORTHINGTON: You can come
back with your bloody warrant.

I'll be engaging a lawyer.

Expect to hear from him,
You bloody incompetents!

Do you know someone
was abusing your daughter?

(CLEARS THROAT)

LAWSON: We'll need you
to come with us to the station,

Professor Worthington.

I never laid a finger on her.

LAWSON: Witnesses saw
you arguing before the deb.

They say you forcibly
tried to restrain her.

I was holding her back.

That's not abuse.

So what was the argument about?

I don't see how that's relevant.

Why don't you let us
be the judge of that?

(SIGHS)

She said she was going
to make a statement.

What sort of statement?

I don't know.

She was histrionic.

I assume that it had
something to do with...

Well, to be honest, I
don't know what I assumed.

Something that might
embarrass you, professor?

Can you describe your
relationship with Charlotte?

Relationship?

She missed her mother.

I did what I could.

LAWSON: Did she
need disciplining?

Not of the sort you're thinking.

And if you want to actually do
your job instead of persecuting me,

why don't you talk to
those wretched girls?

CHARLIE: We heard you used
to give Charlotte a hard time.

CHRISTINE: Us? Of course not.

CHARLIE: You never
hit her or hurt her?

No, we were her friends.

At least, we tried to be.

Her dad was strict.

We felt sorry for her.

Even when Dave Reddan
chose her over you?

I dumped Dave ages ago.

All these questions mean
Charlotte was m*rder*d, wasn't she?

I thought she d*ed of a stroke.

Well, was she?

Inside, girls.

Thank you.

Really, Charlotte was m*rder*d?

Off to class.

It will be all right.

What do you know about
those two and Charlotte?

Is now really the time?

Things have been terrible
for everyone, Charlie.

I'm sorry. I feel
like I know you.

Rose had told me all about you.

Uh, yes.

(CLEARS THROAT) She said.

So, um, Sally and Christine.

Well, they're in shock.

The whole school is.

You look surprised when
Sally said she wanted

to be friends with Charlotte.

(STAMMERS) Teenage girls
swing pretty wildly from love to hate

and back again.

It's hard to keep up.

So were you aware of any problems
between the girls and Charlotte?

Only the usual teenage stuff.

Things seemed to be
better the last few weeks,

so I thought they'd
worked it out.

Well, can you tell me
about Dave Reddan?

He seems like a
decent young man.

I need to get back to work.

Um, it was really nice to be
able to put a face to the name.

Hmm.

(SNIFFS) Lily dew.

What's that?

The perfume. Very popular
with the younger ladies.

Why don't you wear
something more comfortable,

or are you expecting
more patients?

No, um, I think
we're done for today.

JEAN: Oh.

You know, I've never
understood the obsession

with the debutante ball.

Most girls want their
moment in the spotlight,

a chance to dress up.

And you?

I spent weeks making my dress.

I had a wonderful night.

I was really looking
forward to making a dress

for Helen Murphy's daughter
until she told me not to bother.

I think she found
a better price.

- Helen Murphy.
- Hmm.

Their daughter wouldn't
be Sally by any chance?

Yes, that's right.

Jean, Helen Murphy
didn't find a better price.

Sally's boyfriend
found another girl...

(PHONE RINGING)
- -Charlotte Worthington.

(PHONE RINGING)

JEAN: Dr. Blake's residence.

Mrs. Parker?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid he's still not seeing
patients, not for another week.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

CHARLIE: Not at school today?

Can we do this later?

One of Johnson's
horses clicked again,

and Dad was out all night.

He's still sleeping.

Well, we can talk out here, Dave,
unless you'd rather come to the station.

CHARLIE: Were you aware of any
injuries that Charlotte may have had?

Why are you asking me this?

I would have thought you
would have seen something

that other people
might not have.

We weren't like that.

Charlotte was always
covering herself up.

Well, how long
were you together?

Not that long.

Did she tell you that
someone was hurting her?

I have to go.

Dave.

Someone m*rder*d
Charlotte in cold blood.

If you know anything...

Look, all I know is that if someone
hurt her, it wasn't me, all right?

Will I live?

Well, it's nasty, but yes.

Did you see the spider?

No.

I was backstage when
I felt something bite me,

and I was itchy for a while.

And then it was worse today.

Ah. Well, we'll
keep an eye on her.

In the meantime, I can give you
some calamine lotion for the itch.

You could give me a
tip about the m*rder.

Who told you it was m*rder?

It was obvious as soon as
you called asking for these.

You know that
photograph of yours,

the one in the newspaper,

there was something
hanging from the ceiling, and...

Yes, look.

There. Above the
stage, what is that?

ROSE: I don't know.

The police...

(GRUNTS)

The police checked
the area, obviously,

but I wonder, did it
occur to them to look up?

ROSE: Shouldn't we have
told Jane you were leaving?

BLAKE: We won't be long.

Ah.

(COUGHS)

Are you sure you
should be doing that?

I'm perfectly fine, Rose.

Yes, I can see that.

BLAKE: Ha!

Now, there, you see?

This is where the girls were
standing when they were introduced.

Right.

And you see the
string, the cord?

What has this got to do with
Charlotte Worthington's m*rder?

Mm. Possibly nothing,

but it's better than
sitting at home.

Let's give that a
good old yank, eh?

Who'd go to all the
effort to rig this up

and then forget to
put something in it?

Well, perhaps...

Perhaps they ran out of time.

Or maybe they were caught out?

Or they changed their mind, or they
moved it, though I have no idea how.

Yes.

Perhaps.

Lucien!

BLAKE: Ooh!

ROSE: What are you doing?

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

Perhaps it moved itself.

Now, shouldn't you be at home?

Charlotte Worthington was supposed
to be the last debutant out on stage.

So it was a practical joke.

BLAKE: A particularly
unpleasant one.

This little chap was only one
of several I found on the stage.

And I think...

BLAKE: I think it's fair to
say even the most sturdy of us

might have difficulty
dealing with a barrage

of these hairy fellows
falling from above.

Now, the string was
taped to a wall in the wings.

Only one person, other than
Miss Fox, was back there last night.

Sally Murphy.

Kim felt sorry that she
didn't get to do the deb,

so let her watch from the wings.

You do realize that she'll
be wanting something for this.

Just an exclusive.

And by the way, that is
garden twine, not string.

You should call Jean, ask
her where she buys hers.

You probably should
have gone home.

Ahh, in for penny,
in for pound, Charlie.

Don't come near me!

All right, I'm sorry.

- Stay away!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sally, what's going on?

HELEN: Sorry.

Oh, Mrs. Murphy.

What can I help
you with, officer?

Do you mind if we go inside?

Come on.

Shouldn't you be
in school, Sally?

Oh, forgive me. I'm not letting
her too far out of my sight

until you find out whoever
k*lled poor Charlotte.

Did you know Charlotte
Worthington well?

Not well.

I mean, I knew her mother.

But I don't need to know someone

to be sadden about
what happened, do I?

Why were you and
Dave Reddan arguing?

SALLY: No reason.

HELEN: Sally had nothing
to do with what happened.

I'm afraid you can't
know that for certain.

Well, I can. I'm her mother.

So you were with her last night?

I... I was at the pictures.

Can anyone verify that?

Since Sally was at the deb,
I went by myself, Psycho.

I love Janet Leigh.

HELEN: Any... anything else?

You couldn't have brought
her in without the mother?

She insisted on coming.

She's over-protective and frankly
not too keen on Dave Reddan.

It would be worth
checking her story too.

Fair enough.

Let's leave them in
there while we look into it.

KIM: Thanks for this.

I needed to get out
for a few minutes.

Me too.

Plus I can't imagine meeting
a reporter on school grounds

would go down well
with Worthington.

I'm just surprised he
didn't close the school,

at least for the day.

He insisted on
business as usual.

Even when his daughter dies,

he thinks kids need
more discipline.

You get more from them
if you treat them as equals.

Have you suggested that?

Do you want to get me fired?

You know, I met your senior
sergeant at the school earlier.

He seems nice.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Rotten timing.

(CHUCKLES)

Um, I forgot to tell you.

I found the contact
for your problem.

And if you need
someone to go with you...

Thank you, but it's all right.

It was just a false alarm.

You must be so relieved.

You have no idea.

No, I... I do.

LAWSON: You
remember Helen Murphy?

She got pregnant
and married young.

BLAKE: I gather from
what Jean was saying,

there's no longer a husband.

Yeah, he d*ed in the w*r.

The family were dirt poor.

Cleaners, I think.

Do you mind if I have
a look through these?

As long as I get them back.

CHARLIE: The theaters
confirmed that Psycho was playing

at the same time as the deb.

I can send someone
down with a photo,

but the guy down there said it's
been a full house since it opened.

He might have remembered
her if she arrived late.

Well, I asked.

No latecomers
admitted, apparently.

Something to do
with the director.

So let's focus on what we know.

Sally's responsible for this
business with the spiders.

Yes.

BLAKE: Alice?

Tests on the items from
the Worthington house

were either negative
or inconclusive.

You were right about
the Chinese market.

One of them sold some of these
to a young women a week ago.

They look very similar to the pieces
I found in Charlotte's digestive tract.

Right, so we talk to
Christine and then Sally.

All right.

LAWSON: We know about
the restraints, Christine,

the chili, the b*ating,
and the spiders.

You and Sally weren't
Charlotte's friends.

You tortured her.

BLAKE: Perhaps ultimately,
simply torturing her wasn't enough.

I didn't k*ll her.

Charlotte was stabbed
through the ear into her brain.

BLAKE: It's a
very specific injury.

I'd say her k*ller would have a pretty
good understanding of the human body.

LAWSON: You finished
top of your class in biology.

You're also the last girl
seen backstage of the deb.

It wasn't me.

CHARLIE: Well, then you
must have seen something

or know something.

We're not trying to find
out who was passing notes

or smoking in the
toilets, Christine.

CHARLIE: A girl is dead.

To be honest with you,

we're worried Charlotte
won't be the only victim.

LAWSON: You
don't have to help us.

It's your choice.

HELEN: You have no right
to keep us here so long.

LAWSON: You're free to leave
any time you like, Mrs. Murphy.

Sally's 17. She doesn't
need a parent present.

CHARLIE: No more lies, Sally.

You systematically hurt
and humiliated Charlotte

with the help of
other school girls.

Do you have any proof?

Interrupt this interview once
more, and you'll be removed.

Christine told us everything,

how you thought Charlotte
was too big for her boots,

how you wanted to remind her
she was no better than anyone else,

how you liked hurting
her, humiliating her.

Christine even supplied the spiders
from the biology lab for the prank.

That was your idea.

BLAKE: And then Dave left you.

Goodness, be enough to
tip anyone over the edge.

I wasn't jealous.

Angry then.

I didn't k*ll Charlotte.

You had to watch
the boy you loved

do the debutante ball
with a girl you hated.

No, look, Dave only
pretended to break up with me.

It was all a set up to get her
to the deb so that we could,

you know...

Why would I k*ll her?

I wanted to see her
squirm in front of everybody.

Oh, Sally.

You let your boyfriend go out
with Charlotte just to be cruel to her?

Then why aren't you
and Dave back together?

Because he's gone weird.

Weird how?

Before the deb, it was
like he was avoiding me.

We'd be supposed to
meet, and he wouldn't show.

And today, he ended it for real.

That's why we were fighting.

You were found
near Charlotte's body

when you should have
been on stage for the deb.

I felt guilty.

I went to warn her
about the spiders.

Why?

Why change your
mind all of a sudden?

CHARLIE: Dave,
your father's a vet.

A human brain is not that much
different to any other animals.

I didn't k*ll anyone.

I only went along with her plan
because Professor Worthington's

always on my case.

If I piss him off by being
with his daughter, good.

Well, why didn't you
tell us this before?

I knew how it would look.

So you broke up with Sally to
distance yourself. Is that right?

I realized she was mean.

I should've done it ages
ago, but I was stupid.

You ever notice how girls are only
nice to you when they want something?

Even Charlotte?

She still used me
like the rest of them.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Ah, ruptured stitches.

Lucien, I'm not your mother.

I'm not going to say no.

But sneaking away
so I don't scold you,

is that how you expect
this marriage to work?

Jean, sometimes, there
are things I have to do,

things I simply
can't do from here.

Just don't lie to me.

That's all I ask.

You are who you are.

I know that. I accept it,
whatever the consequences.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry.

Just remember I'm
going to be your wife.

Let's get you a clean
shirt and some painkillers.

Lucien, can I get you anything?

Hmm?

Oh, no, thank you, Jean.

I'm getting a slight headache
from high school algebra.

I was forced to learn it, and
I've never used it again in my life.

CHARLIE: Have you?

Ah, sorry, of course you have.

I hated algebra.

Believe it or not, there's
a fun algebraic equation

a teacher of mine taught
me many, many years ago.

BLAKE: I'll show you.

It might change your minds.

Jean, your pencil, if I may.

No, no, no.

It's really rather fun.

(JEAN LAUGHS)

BLAKE: I'll show you.

Well, that's interesting.

Now look at that.

"Tell everyone what I know."

JEAN: What could that mean?

Charlotte was
blackmailing someone.

BLAKE: Perhaps.

But it does seem like someone's
promised to do something.

CHARLIE: Well, Dave Reddan?

He said Charlotte
used him like the others.

Maybe she just wanted him around
to stop the girls from victimizing her.

Maybe.

Charlotte was obviously
writing something

and using this exercise
book to lean on.

- Charlie.
- What is it?

CHARLIE: "k*ll children."

What, does she mean
someone is k*lling children?

She wants to k*ll children?

Lucien, no.

Well, hang on. Let's... Let's
think about this rationally.

Charlie, there are no other
young people or children

listed as dead or missing.

No, no one we know about.

Her father did say
she was melodramatic.

Perhaps it's an exaggeration.

He also said she was
planning something for the ball.

That's why they argued, yes?

Yes.

I had no idea
what she was up to.

She was angry with me.

She was constantly angry.

And on the night of the ball,

she made some comment that
she was going to make everybody

sit up and take notice.

What did you think she meant?

Honestly, I have no idea.

She could be very...

Melodramatic.

Did you know Charlotte
was blackmailing someone?

Don't be ridiculous.

Why would I know
something like that?

You don't have any idea who?

I would assume from what
you've told me it was those girls.

We don't think
Sally or Christine

are responsible for
Charlotte's m*rder.

What about her injuries?

Yes, they admitted
to... assaulting her.

What did they do to her exactly?

BLAKE: Honestly,
professor, I don't think that's...

What did they do?

They taped her to a chair.

BLAKE: They physically
forced her to eat raw chili,

and they b*at her.

CHARLIE: But the
burns she did to herself.

(GRUNTS)

I should have done something.

I should... I should have
realized that it was more than

just looking for attention.

You knew?

Charlotte said in her
note that someone

had promised to make it
stop, the abuse we assume.

When she came to you and
told you about the bullying,

did you agree to do anything?

Can you think of anyone else

who had close
contact with Charlotte?

The Reddan boy.

Just him.

Do you think that he...

Well, thank you for
your time, professor.

Yes, thank you.

Professor, Charlotte's perfume,
would you mind getting it for us.

I can't seem to
find it in evidence.

What?

Charlotte's perfume,
her... her lily dew.

She... she didn't use perfume.

But then it appears I didn't
really know my daughter at all.

CHARLIE: That's as
good as it gets, doc.

Right you are, Charlie.

Do you know, these things...

Pens and pencils,
too wide, too thick.

I'm not sure we'll find
what we're looking for here.

WORTHINGTON:
Don't you lie to me, boy!

DAVE: Let me go!

WORTHINGTON: I know you did it!

You all know you did it!

DAVE: No, I didn't!

WORTHINGTON: You liar!

You k*lled my daughter!

Don't you lie to me, boy!

(SCREAMS) Let go of me!

Don't you lie to me!

- You're crazy!
- You k*lled her!

CHARLIE: Oi!

You k*lled her!

You...

Drop it.

You k*lled my daughter.

Move.

He k*lled my little girl.

Move.

You all right, son?

Yeah.

BLAKE: Now, it'll
hurt for a few weeks.

I'm guessing
you're right handed.

So I can do every
class except woodwork.

Woodwork, you say?

Is that your favorite?

Ah.

What sort of things do
you make in woodwork?

Trays, letter holders?

Jewelry boxes?

(SIGHS) Thanks for my hand.

You can't go around caning
students till they bleed.

Reddan's family could have
you up on as*ault charges.

Let them.

Couldn't get any worse.

So you're not going to care about
anything else ever again, is that it?

(SIGHS)

BLAKE: Losing
your family, Robert,

it's enough to make any man
shut himself off from the world.

But it makes for a
very, very lonely life.

Believe me.

I hope you find peace,
Robert. I really do.

Blaming everyone
else won't stop the guilt.

You were her father.

KIM: He's out of control.

Well, why not file a report
with the education department?

I don't want to be seen
as someone who can't

work within the system.

I mean, you know
what it's like, Rose.

We're stuck in the same boat.

If Worthington could be
shamed into resigning,

we might get a more
progressive principal.

I just... the man
lost his daughter.

Come on.

You're developing a conscience.

I like to think I
already had one.

You know it's a great story.

It is.

You're right.

ROSE: I'm guessing you
don't want to be named.

(SIGHS) You're the best.

I owe you dinner.

I was gonna ask you about
Charlotte and the other girls.

Some of them were...

They were hurting her.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm sure it wasn't as
bad as she made out.

So you knew about it?

Charlotte told everyone
she was being picked on.

KIM: But to be honest, I
didn't think it was that bad.

I spoke to some
of the other girls.

They said it was nothing,
a little harmless fun.

According to the police
report, her bruises are very real.

I... I didn't realize...

So you brushed her off?

Charlotte was going to be
a target no matter what I did.

She wasn't very easy to like.

I mean, you know,
there's always that one girl

that doesn't fit in
and tries too hard,

just rubs people
up the wrong way.

Right?

Yeah.

In my class, that was me.

ROSE: Charlotte's dead.

Her father's a broken mess,

and those girls are getting
away with what they did.

JEAN: We forget how
cruel children can be.

The police are no
closer to an arrest?

No.

We're failing that poor girl
just like everyone else has.

I just needed to
talk to someone.

I'm so angry.

I should get back to work.

I'm glad you're on the mend.

Aw, thank you, Rose.

Ah, that perfume.

Lily dew. I don't recall
you ever wearing that.

I've never worn
it before in my life.

Ms. Fox.

Charlie.

This is Dr. Blake.

Lucien, please, since
we're being informal.

How can I help you both?

Is there anything
you'd like to tell me

about your relationship
with Dave Reddan?

He's one of my students.

I believe he's much
more than that.

BLAKE: Am I right?

His mother told me he had
lost interest in Sally Murphy.

But it wasn't because of
Charlotte Worthington, was it?

It was because of you.

Come on, Ms. Fox.

He's going to tell us.

Dave's turned 18.

He's mature.

He knows how he
feels, what he wants.

Yes.

He is very mature, pretending
to be Charlotte's boyfriend

so she could be
humiliated at the ball.

If it makes a
difference, I ended it.

BLAKE: Yes, I suspected you had.

Dave seemed angry
at all the girls he felt

wanted something from him,

symptom of a
broken heart, perhaps.

Are you going to tell the
education department?

No, goodness me.

The least of your
worries right now.

Your perfume, Lily dew.

We found it on
Charlotte's dress.

What... what's that
got to do with anything?

Dave was the one good
thing Charlotte had in her life.

CHARLIE: She didn't
know it was all a lie.

Maybe she found out about
you, threatened to go to her father.

Charlotte had no idea
about me and Dave.

She was upset about arguing
with her father, so I hugged her.

KIM: That's all.

Right.

CHARLIE: Well, we can
continue this down at the station.

Dave Reddan's
waiting there for you.

(PHOTO SNAPPING)

You can both expect
charges of as*ault.

But Charlotte's dead.

Doesn't change
what you did to her.

This way.

LAWSON: She's admitted to the
affair but is adamant she didn't k*ll her.

Let's hope she gives us a
confession or a m*rder w*apon.

Yes.

Boss, we have a situation.

We've got a call about a bloke acting
strangely on the suspension bridge,

description matches Worthington.

I was pretty hard on him, doc.

(SIGHS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Stay here.

Mind if I join you?

I'm only here until
I finish this bottle.

We know you
didn't k*ll Charlotte.

It's my daughter.

I was supposed to protect her.

I failed.

Can you make sure they
use this at the funeral?

You could make
sure of it yourself.

BLAKE: You know, I opted
for a slightly different approach

when I thought I'd lost
my wife and daughter.

It was wartime.

I volunteered for every
dangerous assignment going.

I survived, so I tried
drinking myself to death.

Turns out I was
a hell of a drinker.

Didn't k*ll me, but by
God I gave it my best sh*t.

It took a long,
long time to be...

To be glad I didn't do what
I wanted to do back then.

But I am glad, Robert.

BLAKE: I'm so very glad.

It is possible to find
a life again, I know.

But you have to want it.

(SIGHS)

You might want to hang onto...

Robert, when was this taken?

It was at the ball.

But when exactly, and where?

There was a photographer
at the front door.

He took the girls' photos
before they went backstage.

(BELL RINGING)

I saw Psycho the other day too.

Tremendous fun.

Flowers for Mrs. Beazley?

Oh, please.

Yes, that would be wonderful.

(SIGHS)

You know, I was convinced the
mother would k*ll Norman, in the film.

I knew he'd escape.

You know, the old hospital
registrar remembers you,

following your
father around at work.

In fact, he said you could
have had a career in medicine.

Perhaps... perhaps even surgery,

if you hadn't been the cleaner's
daughter... His words, not mine.

Well, we can't all
hang on to finish school.

Some of us have to work.

This isn't a bad life.

Oh, oh I suppose.

And you're very
good at what you do.

You made this, didn't you?

It's very lovely
and very deadly,

if you had the know-how.

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do, Helen.

You knew Martha
Worthington, Charlotte's mother.

You know about her stroke,

devilishly clever plan
to make it look like

Charlotte d*ed the same
way her mother had.

Offered to place this on her.

It allows you to angle
her head perfectly.

And you simply take this wire

and force it into her ear,

and then remove
it, place it back,

and simply fasten
this to her hair.

After she's dead, of course.

So you think I k*lled
this girl because...

Because she went out with
my daughter's ex-boyfriend?

(SHE LAUGHS)

HELEN: Is...
is... is this a joke?

We found this rubbing of
a note that Charlotte wrote.

Tell everyone what?

Was... was... Was this
note addressed to me?

Well, no.

Who?

I may not be
educated, but I know

you can't go around accusing
people of m*rder with no proof.

It's time for me to close up.

I hope Mrs. Beazley
enjoys her flowers.

Well, that went well.

Didn't it just?

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I'm making a right
hash of things today.

Perhaps I should
have stayed in bed.

CHARLIE: Sorry to
make you wait so long,

a few loose ends
we had to tie up.

When did Charlotte
find out, Helen?

Find out what?

That you weren't just a florist,

that you had another
business on the side,

one with a clientele with
exclusively young women?

BLAKE: Yes, you were
helping them with their

unfortunate situations.

Charlotte knew because
Dave Reddan told her.

CHARLIE: I just spoke with him.

He's confirmed it.

You always wanted to
be a doctor or a surgeon.

Oh, please.

We know Charlotte had
a torturous relationship

with your daughter and
her friend, Christine Pryor.

Charlotte couldn't go
to her father for help.

My guess is she came to you,

hoping you could
make it all stop.

And if it didn't, well,

she knew what you were doing in
that back-street surgery of yours.

Kim Fox said the
girls had stopped being

quite so cruel to
Charlotte recently.

Kim Fox?

I don't believe a word
that tramp has to say.

BLAKE: Charlotte's
autopsy revealed

that the t*rture had in
fact resumed fairly recently.

She wrote you a note.

"You promised to
get them to stop.

Now I'm going to tell
everyone what I know."

Everyone.

And what better
way to tell everyone

than in a public forum
like a debutant ball?

She was already composing
what she was going to say,

how she was going to tell
everyone about what you do.

CHARLIE: If people found out
the truth of what you'd been doing,

then you'd go to prison.

Perhaps even worse than that.

Sally's reputation
could be ruined forever.

I... I... I told you.

I... I... I went to the...

Went to the cinema, yes.

Yes, you did.

Strange that you got the
ending of the film wrong

when we spoke about it.

You were at the ball.

You brought the floral
headpiece with you,

telling Charlotte it was a gift,
a peace offering, if you will.

BLAKE: I've seen the
photograph taken when she arrived.

She didn't have this
in her hair, not yet.

It was the perfect way to
get her to sit still for a moment,

allowing you to
get nice and close.

You didn't know for certain

whether she'd reveal
your secret or not.

BLAKE: But you couldn't risk it.

So you carried out your plan,
thinking no one would be the wiser.

And if Charlotte hadn't
been bruised and beaten,

if she hadn't been scarred from
all the bullying she'd received,

you may well have been right.

Perhaps, it wouldn't have
been investigated any further.

You don't have a shred of proof.

I mean, check the headpiece.

I'm betting you'll find nothing.

(CHUCKLES)

And you're...
you're quite right.

We didn't find a damn
thing, did we, Charlie?

No blood, no fluid from the
ear canal, no partial fingerprints.

Because you wiped
it clean, Helen.

CHARLIE: On one of your aprons.

She was 17 years old.

Yes.

And so is my daughter.

I know why I do what
I do, to help people,

to help young women who
have nowhere else to turn,

who have their whole
lives ahead of them.

Like Charlotte Worthington?

One life for many, Dr. Blake.

Tell me that's wrong.

But this wasn't about
many lives, Helen.

It was about two,
yours and Sally's.

Do you think it helps Worthington
to know why it happened?

Oh, I'd like to think so.

I know only too well the
dark place he's gone to.

He's hoping he finds
his way back, eh?

Yes, indeed.

Jean, I've made things
ever so difficult for you.

But I want you to know...

I want you to know I'm...

I'm trying to
make things better.

Lucien, you do
make things better.

We'll find our way through.

We'll find a way to
finalize your divorce,

and we'll start living our
lives together properly.

JEAN: Whatever
decision we end up making,

at least we will have
made it together.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Agreed?

Agreed.

Right.

Ready?

Ready.

Here we are.

Thank you.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)