05x08 - Hear the Angels Sing

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You all right?

Yes.

Sorry.

I was being silly.

I'm meeting someone.

My boyfriend.

Should be here any minute.

A lot can happen in a minute.

You should be more careful.

Hey.

You bothering my girlfriend?

Sir.

Constable Simmons.

Yes, sir.

Didn't expect to
see you here, sir.

I'll leave you to it.

Hey.

It's OK.

Come on.

Pictures start in 15 minutes.

I don't understand
why we're here.

It's a surprise.

I won't be long.

Can I come in with you?

No, I'll get in trouble.

But I promise,
it'll be worth it.

I'll be right back.

Ned!

Are you there?

Hello?

What is that?

Oh, hell.

Ned.

No, no, no, no, no. Ned!

All right.

Let's get to work.

I just got back from
Melbourne tonight.

Charlie called me in
when he found him.

He knocked off at 6:00,
so why did he come back?

I don't know.

I should have been here.

Where were you?

I was called out.

There was a disturbance
at the Royal Oak.

It turned out it
was a prank call.

I was only gone for an hour.

You two, go and door-knock.

See if anyone noticed
anything unusual earlier tonight.

I have to tell his family.

I'm sorry.

Traces of lipstick on the cheek.

Yes.

And what's that?

Hm?

What have you found?

Oh, yes.

Some kind of abrasion.

Fabric burn?

Or is that an imprint
from the seam?

Anyhow, spinal cord severed
between C1 and C2 vertebrae.

I think they've probably
grabbed him around the jaw.

Which would
explain this abrasion.

Someone knew
what they were doing.

Yes.

Morning, Mr. Tyneman.

Have you charged him yet?

Your Police Surgeon
assaulted me.

Yes, I know who
you're talking about.

- Then?
- No.

Why?

Because one of my men
was m*rder*d last night.

Oh, put the bloody
notebook away.

Are there persons of
interest in this m*rder?

I'm going to have
to ask you to leave.

The people have a right to know.

No, you mean you
have a right to know.

Now, get out of my station.

I'm not sure you need any more
bad publicity, Chief Superintendent.

Time to leave, Mr. Tyneman.

Oh, I'm very
sorry for your loss.

The attacker wore gloves.

I'm guessing you haven't
found any fingerprints.

They broke his neck.

Yes, they did.

Interview room.

I'll be with you in a moment.

Is that...

Ned's girlfriend.

Goodness me.

You know, Matthew, the sort
of injury we're talking about

would have required...

Considerable force.

You do know that you're
not sitting in on this.

Why not?

Because you stumbled
in here, drunk as a lord,

after everyone read about your
drinking problems in the papers,

you insulted me and my men,

and then you went out
and punched a civilian.

- Oh, he...
- Don't push me, Lucien.

Not today.

The front door was
locked, so I waited.

For ages.

How long?

10 minutes? Half an hour?

Half an hour maybe.

You'd just been to the pictures.

Why did Ned bring
you back to the station?

I don't know.

Did you hear anything?

See anyone?

No.

So you got tired
of waiting and left.

Is that right?

Amy?

Did you walk home?

I got a lift.

Who from?

I don't know his name.

Well, how did he know
you needed the lift?

He drove past.

We'd like to talk to him.

I don't know where he is.

Are you all right?

Are you?

I saw the news.

I thought that...

What happened?

I don't work for
the paper anymore,

if that's what you're
worried about.

No, I know that.

It's just...

One of our men is dead.

I should have been here.

I'm sorry.

I am.

It's really terrible,
and I'm just...

I'll go.

You must be frantic.

What would they
want with these files?

I don't know, Bill.

Perhaps they were
looking for something.

Nothing standing out so far.

Sir.

Your Chief Superintendent...
Tell him I want to see him.

Oh, he's in a meeting
right now. I'm sorry.

Then get him out.

Well, he won't be much longer.

Why don't you wait?

William.

William!

Munro!

How are you even allowed
back into that station.

Everyone knows what you are.

Really?

And what's that?

A drunk, with no regard for
rules, no respect for authority.

What are you doing here?

Tell your Chief
Superintendent I'll talk to him.

Fine, I'll tell him that.

And when he's finished

dealing with the m*rder of
one of his own men, who knows?

- Perhaps he'll speak...
- I saw him.

Simmons.

Last night.

He was with some young thing.

They were being followed.

You'd better come back inside.

I don't have to do
anything you say.

No, you don't.

But an officer is dead.

And God help him if
you are on the case.

He said he saw Ned last night.

What are you thinking, Doc?

Oh, it's just the
timing of it all.

Munro back in town...

You're not saying
he att*cked Ned.

I don't know.

When was Ned going to
front the corruption inquiry?

Next week.

When Ned worked at
St. Kilda, this dodgy bloke

would show up with a
brown paper bag full of cash

every couple of weeks.

Yeah, yeah. A bloke
named Walter Gregan.

Munro was a senior
officer at the time.

Now he's on suspension,
pending the outcome of the inquiry.

Go and find Munro
and have a chat.

Will do, boss.

You're sending him
out with no backup?

I'll behave.

You'd better.

Charlie?

- Let me do the talking.
- Yes.

Mr. Munro.

Why is he here?

You told the Doctor that Ned's
girlfriend was being followed yesterday.

What'd you see?

Simmons and his girl.

There was a man following her.

I stepped in, and he left.

Any idea who?

Walter Gregan.

As I'm sure you both know,

Simmons was fronting the
inquiry with evidence about Gregan.

Now he's dead.

Ned's evidence may also
have implicated you, William.

This an official interview?

Is there anything
else you can tell us?

He was driving a
Falcon, light grey.

Has priors for break and
enter, possession of firearms,

threats to gain advantage.

Right.

Well, thank you.

So what do you have so far?

You're not going to tell me
because I'm not on active duty?

Thanks for your time.

Oh, Sergeant?

Mrs. Bentley.

You can call me Billie.

And how long can we expect
to be enjoying the company

of our good mate in there?

Is there a problem?

It's causing some friction.

Copper takes up residence
at the end of the bar,

it's upsetting my regulars.

Well, he's not a serving
policeman any more, so...

Mm, in my experience, that
doesn't make much difference.

There's not much
we can do, I'm afraid.

Well, I suggest that
you think of something

before someone takes
matters into their own hands.

Mrs. Bentley, he's having
a drink in a public place.

And yesterday he asked my
barman if he could find him a g*n.

Excuse me.

Thought so.

Thank you, Charlie.

I heard his family left him.

Is that right?

Mm.

You think he blames us?

I think he blames me.

I cannot believe they
kept him on the force.

Friends in high
places, obviously.

Charlie, that woman, Mrs.
Bentley, do you trust her?

No.

This is where I was
called out to last night.

Ah.

The infamous prank call.

Mm.

It does happen, I suppose.

According to Munro,

the man trailing Ned
was Walter Gregan,

the same bloke he was
giving evidence against.

Over.

Right. We'll get onto it.

What does Munro
need a g*n for? Over.

No idea, boss.

We'll call by the g*n shops,
then head back to the station. Out.

Hello, Patrick.

Jean.

Have you got a moment?

Of course.

I just want you to know that

none of that appalling
article came from me.

I know. It's all right, Patrick.

No, no, no.

My son named you in
that article. It's not all right.

And I've also heard of what's
been happening at the church.

Well, I've put Father Emery
in rather a difficult position.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

No, it's canon law.

Look, Jean, I...

I don't want to sound
like the voice of doom,

but you do know...

I mean, you understand, there'll
be more articles, more gossip.

There will be more.

From your son?

Your newspaper?

My son,

continues to be a
huge disappointment.

I didn't come here for sympathy.

I know that, Patrick.

Thanks for the tea.

Tell Lucien that, uh...

I've successfully managed
to avoid his company.

And again, please
accept my apologies.

What about Munro?

He made himself scarce
after we talked to him.

And nothing from the g*n shops.

Stott hasn't seen him, and the
g*n Emporium's closed down, so...

If he's serious about
getting a g*n, he'll find one.

And Matthew, do you
think all this business,

turning the place upside down...

was done to confuse us?

Confuse us how?

Well, to make it seem like it
was about something in the files

when it's not.

Boss, we've found Gregan.

Right, he's dangerous.

Possibly armed.

Boss, look at this.

There's a w*apon missing.

Your g*n, boss.

Bloody hell.

Be prepared for anything.

Hey!

Back inside.

Mr. Gregan, this is the police.

Open the door, please.

Police!

Open the door, Mr. Gregan. Now!

Police, don't move.

Morning, boys.

Big entrance.

Hands where I can
see them, Mr. Gregan.

You worried I'm holding
a loaded w*apon?

I'm flattered.

Hands, now!

Out of bed.

Slowly.

If you insist.

Not really anywhere
to hide a g*n, is there?

Ned Simmons...

He witnessed you
offering cash bribes

to senior officers at
St. Kilda Police Station.

Never heard of him.

He was also Amy
Kingham's boyfriend.

Who?

The woman you followed.

Don't know her.

Walter's just a friend.

Your boyfriend?

No.

He used to be.

It's just...

What?

Nothing.

Was he the friend who
picked you up last night

when you were waiting
outside the station?

Does the name William
Munro mean anything to you?

Maybe.

Hard to say.

He was also at St. Kilda when
you were handing out cash bribes.

Anyone see me?

Oh, that Simmons bloke.

That Simmons bloke was going
to give evidence against you.

Like I said, I
never heard of him.

Well, he heard of you.

Maybe Amy whispered
my name in his sleep.

I just want to go home.

No.

Why not?

Because your boyfriend
is in the interview room,

answering questions
about whether or not

- he k*lled one of my colleagues!
- Walter is not my boyfriend!

So no, you don't get to go home!

Did Walter Gregan ever
mention Ned's name to you?

I'm sorry.

What does that mean, Amy?

I'd like my car keys returned,
and I'd like to leave now.

You car has been
impounded until further notice.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that you're a
suspect in a m*rder investigation.

And we're entitled to
search your vehicle.

I'm bored now.

Anything else you want
to say, talk to my solicitor.

Good.

You can make that call
on the way to the cells.

Please, I just want to go home.

Take her through, Davis.

Charlie, Matthew.

Miss Kingham, tell
me, how was Ned

when he left you
outside the station?

How did he seem to you?

Amy, what's going on?

He was happy.

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure he was.

Because he was
going to give you this.

He loved you, didn't he?

No, no. They're
playing you, baby.

Don't let them do it.

He was going to
ask you to marry him.

Don't.

I loved him.

I loved him.

And Walter wouldn't
leave me alone.

He kept at me and at me,
followed me around in his car,

asking about Ned,
saying he wanted me back.

Amy, shut your mouth!

Get him out of here!

He said he'd hurt Ned if I didn't
get him to lie about the bribes.

- Hey!
- Bill!

Bloody hell.

Bill.

Be advised that the suspect,
Walter Gregan, is still at large.

Officers are to use any force
necessary to apprehend. Over.

How's Bill?

Well, he insists he's fine,
of course, but I tell you,

it was a hell of a knock.

What about the girl?

The girl, yes.

Well, she's rather
shaken. And very sorry.

So she should be.

Anyhow, it makes no sense to
me that someone like Gregan,

with all his contacts, would
break into a police station

to steal a g*n when he
could get one anywhere.

Look, someone made
that emergency call.

They knew the station
would be unmanned.

However, they had
no way of knowing

that Ned would come back
for that engagement ring.

I think... I think they
came for the g*n.

Ned stumbled across
the intruder and was k*lled.

Yes.

Now, William Munro
was looking for a g*n.

Now, hear me out.

He knows police procedure...

Chief Superintendent Lawson.

Yes, sir.

Matthew, what's going on?

We don't have to do this
in front of everyone else.

Do what?

As officer in charge
of the station,

I'm obliged to inform you that
your position as Police Surgeon

has been terminated.

And I'm to notify
you as to the reasons.

Drinking while on duty,

endangering yourself
and your colleagues...

It's all right, Matthew.

Coupled with your
public notoriety

has meant that it's cast a very
unfavorable light on the force

and made your job untenable.

Do you understand?

Please answer yes or no.

Yes.

Do you have
anything else to say?

They didn't leave you
any option, did they?

You didn't leave them
any option, Lucien.

Hello.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My fault.

Oh, Superintendent Munro.

I'm Jean Beazley.

I worked for Dr. Lucien Blake.

Yes.

The housekeeper.

Well, we're engaged
now, actually.

I suppose I should
say congratulations.

Thank you.

But I am sorry to say that I
foresee a difficult future for you.

Good day, Mrs. Beazley.

Good to see you, Cec, as always.

And you, sir.

Shall I get your usual, sir?

Thank you, yes.

And whatever Mr. Munro's having.

Of course, sir.

And Cec, in case I forget,
have a very Merry Christmas,

won't you, my dear friend.

Oh, thank you,
sir. I will, thank you.

Hello, William.

Please, I'm not
here for an argument.

Why are you here, then?

Accuse me of k*lling Simmons?

I know how you think.

Well, then.

Take me through the evidence.

All right.

You were the last person
to see Ned Simmons alive,

apart from his girlfriend.

Circumstantial, you know that.

Well, you could have
followed him to the station,

perhaps even arrived
there before him.

What's my motive?

The evidence he was
about to give in the inquiry

was going to
reflect badly on you.

Fingerprints?

No. Whoever k*lled him,

they took certain
measures to avoid detection.

Any fool who reads novels
knows to wear gloves.

Stole a particular item
suggesting inside knowledge.

Now, did you ever hand
in your station keys?

A good detective
shouldn't ask a question

he doesn't know the answer to.

Cec, thank you.

Sir.

Did you?

No.

What do you need
a g*n for, William?

This is a dangerous town.

Haven't you noticed?

Why did you come
back here, William?

I could say it was for
redemptive purposes.

Or perhaps it was simply that I read
the article about you in the newspaper

and wanted to witness
your fall from grace.

After my own, I find
them quite fascinating.

No.

No, no. That... that
doesn't sound like you.

I know we had our
differences, William.

But we both know I was
only ever doing my job.

Well, that's not
entirely true now, is it?

Your job is to
inspect crime scenes,

perform autopsies, fill
out death certificates.

That's it.

But William, I need...

You do what you do

because you have to.

Believe it or not,
I understand that.

We're two sides of
the same coin, Blake.

Why are you here, William?

Because I've become expendable.

That offends my
sense of justice.

Blake, get down!

Oh, William.

William.

Dear God.

Now, you listen to me.

Listen, you're going to be fine.

- Oh...
- All right? You're going to be fine.

The truth, Blake.

You hang on.

Someone call an
ambulance, for God's sake.

You're not going anywhere,
you understand me?

You're not going anywhere.

You saved my life.

It's... it's my job.

William, hold on.

William, you stay with
me, do you understand?

William!

Munro's family, anyone
spoken with them?

The driver.

We're onto it.

Munro was k*lled
outside the Royal Oak.

Perhaps there's a connection.

Charlie being there
the night Ned was k*lled.

It's looking like
Gregan's our best bet.

Matthew, the autopsy, I...

Given that I've sacked you,

there's no way that
you can officiate.

I will assist Dr. Harvey.

The paperwork will reflect that
there was just the two of us in there.

Of course.

You can observe.

Single b*llet
wound to the chest.

No exit wound.

There's no need to watch if you find
this distressing, Chief Superintendent.

I'm not squeamish.

Got you.

Could that have come
from a service revolver?

- It most certainly could have, yes...
- Dr. Harvey?

It's consistent with a
32 calibre handgun, yes.

I'm afraid I never
cared for him very much.

No.

But he saved my life.

Why was William Munro
going back to your pub?

Perhaps he liked the beer.

He did spend quite
a bit of time there.

He d*ed there too.

Are you aware of any
threats against him?

Anyone he met with?

He had words with a few people.

He was asking about
that dead boy of yours.

Was Walter Gregan one of them?

Who?

I wouldn't know.

Did he meet with Walter Gregan?

I answered your question.

You didn't like
Mr. Munro, did you?

Well, he was a copper.

Who shut you down
for license violations

when he was in charge here.

You were running girls
out of your establishment.

That's all water under
the bridge, Matthew.

Two nights ago I was
called out to your pub.

And my husband told you it
wasn't us who called for you.

But it got him
out of the station.

And where were you?

In bed.

Can anyone vouch for that?

Moving on.

Ned Simmons.

And?

Well, I talked to his mother.

Apparently you loaned
him some money.

For an engagement ring.

Romantic.

Not very, when you raised the interest
rate and threatened him for repayments.

He was late paying
you back, wasn't he?

You have lost two colleagues,
Matthew, and I am sorry.

But if you don't want to charge
me, then I might get back to work.

And a lift would be appreciated.

This'll be close enough.
Thanks, Sergeant.

You got a girlfriend, love?

There's a couple of nice
girls in at the bar if you're keen.

When Mr. Munro was asking
about that dead boy of yours,

you might like to know,
he was writing things down

in his little notebook.

So why are you
telling me this now?

Because I'm doing you a favor.

And favors are a nice thing to
do for people, don't you think?

So did Mr. Munro meet
with Walter Gregan, then?

I have a weakness
for a pretty face.

But pretty faces don't last.

If I start dobbing on all my
patrons to the coppers, well,

who's going to trust me then?

Thanks for the ride.

Munro was asking
questions about Ned.

Also apparently he was writing
things down in a notebook. Over.

Well, head to the morgue
and see if you can find it. Over.

Will do.

Any luck locating Gregan? Over.

No, nothing yet. Out.

Good morning, Jean.

Oh.

Father.

I must say, the flowers are
absolutely beautiful this year.

Oh, so glad you've noticed.

I always do.

Father, I'm... leaving.

You should seriously reconsider.

This is not a
decision to take lightly.

I can assure you, I have
not taken this decision lightly.

But this is your church, Jean.

Yes.

I was baptized here.

I was married here.

My two sons were baptized here.

But it won't see me
married again, will it?

No.

Then it's not my church anymore.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Jean.

Ballarat Police Station,
Chief Superintendent Lawson.

Well, no... look, no, no.

That's... that's not
a good idea. No.

Sergeant, arm up.

Get me a w*apon.

No, listen. Just
leave it with us.

We're on our way.

Hello?

Hello?

Get the car.

Move it.

Hey.

I knew you'd come back, baby.

I didn't come back for you.

Get down.

That was a stupid thing to do.

You could have
got yourself k*lled.

I did it for Ned.

Amy!

It's not shorthand.

It's as if Munro has
his own kind of code.

There's nothing here
you can decipher?

Only what you can.

Dates, numbers.

Right.

Well, the letter G, I'm
thinking it's Gregan.

But look, toward the end, it's
all B. B, B, B, B, B... it's all B's.

Which makes me think,

given that Munro spent so
much time at the Royal Oaks,

B is for Mrs. Bentley,
the publican, hm?

Mm, what about
these numbers here?

41-49, 40-60. Are they
odds of some description?

Neither of them have a history
of gambling, as far as I know.

Let me just get that, Rose.

Yes, Dr. Lucien.

Matthew!

No, I'm here. I'm just...

I found Munro's...

Is he all right?

Where?

Yes, of course I will.

No, no, no, no.

You go.

We'll speak later.

Rose, it's Charlie.

He's all right.

He's been injured.

Someone att*cked
him at the morgue.

What? How?

I don't know.

He's safe, that's
the main thing.

Someone is attacking
police, someone with a grudge,

someone who blames
them for something.

Well, why didn't they k*ll him
when they had the chance?

And why would they assume
he would be at the morgue?

Now, whoever this is, they're
managing to stay one step ahead of us.

They're listening in
to the police radio.

May I, um... these
numbers, 41-49.

Let's say 1941, 1949.

And 40-60, let's say 1940, 1960.

That's... that's eight
years, 20 years.

Eight years, 20 years.

B.

It's not the police they have
a grudge against. It's me.

He's a good man, Christopher.

He's a bit... well,
he's complicated,

but he's a very good man.

You'd like him.

Well, maybe you wouldn't like
him, but you'd understand him.

I loved you so much.

And I'm sorry if you ever thought
that you weren't enough for me.

You actually meant
everything to me.

But I have to start
to live my life again.

Mrs. Beazley.

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Jean.

Blake.

Finally!

I was beginning to question
how clever you really are.

Jean and I were just
visiting my daughters here.

Mr. Baker.

Norman, please.

Let her go.

Everything's
going to be all right.

Yes.

That's what you tell
people, don't you?

Yes, what is it?
It's bedside manner.

But not this time.

Norman, I understand
your distress.

No, Doctor.

You really don't.

You go. You go.

Don't move.

You tell her.

Tell her how nobody
cared about the truth

when that drunk k*lled
my daughter, Jessie.

But oh, with Anna, well,
that was a different story.

Your man here, so proud to be
the smartest person in the room.

Doesn't care
whose life he ruins.

Putting a grieving
young girl in jail.

Norman, I've been thinking
a lot about what you said...

It's too late!

When Anna d*ed,

I came here to k*ll you.

And it seemed like
somebody had b*at me to it.

It was you.

I saw you die.

And I thought, finally.

Finally, I can move on.

And then you walked into my
store, and I knew what I had to do.

You broke into
the police station.

Well, there was a
certain poetic justice

about k*lling you
with a police w*apon.

Norman, two innocent
men have already lost...

Two innocent girls!

My daughters, gone.

I've lost everything.

I've lost everyone.

Have you finished
with your self-pity?

Jean, don't.

What about that
poor boy's mother?

Did she deserve to lose her son?

Did he deserve to die?

- Jean, please.
- Hey!

Don't move.

Or I swear, I'll sh**t her.

sh**t me, then.

For God's sake, Jean.

What about your daughters?

Did they deserve to die?

Of course they didn't.

And Lucien doesn't either.

But if you take him,
then I've got nothing left.

So you might as well
just sh**t me first.

g*n down, Mr. Baker.

- No!
- Norman, no.

- Don't do it!
- Please!

You're right. You're
absolutely right.

I hurt people.

And I don't realize it
till the damage is done.

I race off, blindly, leaving...

Leaving an almighty
mess behind me.

Norman, your daughter.

Your beautiful daughter.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Please, Norman.

Blake, would you mind?

Let's go, Norman.

You mean it was all a mistake?

That men just didn't
know he'd be here?

Yes.

Mrs. Simmons, Miss Kingham,
you have our deepest sympathies.

And if there's anything you
might need, you let us know.

Ned was family here.

Come on, love.

Let's get you home.

You too, Charlie.

No, I'm fine, boss.

Why is he still here?

Not now, Mr. Tyneman.

I want him charged now,

or my paper will start running
articles about the corruption

and incompetence here
until you all lose your jobs.

Or perhaps I charge you
with threatening behavior

and attempted blackmail.

And Edward, if you come
after any of my friends again,

I promise you, I will knock
your bloody lights out.

Now, get out of here.

Well, I'll be writing about
this in the paper tomorrow.

- This...
- No, you won't.

You'll be packing
your bags and leaving.

You're done here.

What?

You can't make me do that.

Go now, and I'll pay
you a monthly wage

to start your life over again.

Stay, you're on your own.

Your notice.

You can tell Miss Anderson
her job's waiting for her,

if she still wants it.

Patrick.

Merry Christmas, gentlemen.

Lunch is almost ready.

Make yourself useful, Charlie.

Start picking up all this.

Give it a rest, Uncle Matthew.

Charlie.

For you, apparently.

Hm.

That's my dad.

A friend found it in the
news archives in Collingwood.

It's nothing.

Thanks.

I like it.

Doc, you don't mind if I
propose a toast, do you?

Oh, please, Bill. By all means.

To absent friends.

And to those we've lost.

To Ned.

To Ned.

And to William Munro.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Everybody, come and take a seat.

- Ah.
- Rose, thank you.

Come on through, you lot.

Thank you.

Charlie.

Lucien, these are so beautiful.

You are beautiful.

I've got one more thing for you.

- Oh, Jean, you didn't need to...
- No, no. It's only small.

Honestly, you spoil me.

I thought perhaps we
should choose a date

and maybe start inviting people.

This is the best
Christmas present ever.

You know I snore.

For better or for worse, Lucien.

Right, you lot.

Who's carving?