03x04 - Blood and Money

[bunniefuu]

(Dog barks)

(Pants)

Someone, please, let me in!

No! Not you!

(Thump!)

Stay away from me!

(Hums a tune)

Ooh!

Hope you didn't wait up.

No, Miss, just starting breakfast.

The milkman sends his regards.

Thank you.

(Knock on door)

If that's Francois, send him away. A girl needs to sleep.

Jeepers!

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Miss Fisher.

You've found her.

I've got a job for ya, a detecting job, if you want it.

Never let it be said that I would turn down the opportunity of employment.

What's your problem?

My brother's gone missing.

♪ Hot jazz ♪

The w*r is more than ten years over, but the suffering goes on.

Please meet Mr Archie Woods... in constant pain and ostracised by his injuries.

It is now possible to restore Mr Woods' dignity and his life with the latest surgical techniques.

We hope that the Ladies Auxiliary will see the enormous benefit in continuing to fund our w*r victims' program.

Next, we have Lady Granville with her alternative proposal for the Henry Granville...

Help! Somebody, help! Come quickly, I found a child!

I found a dead child.

Man: Excuse me.

Ned never come home since the night before last.

Where is home, Paddy?

Collingwood. That's how I knew about you, Miss.

You're famous in Collingwood.

You own a gold 0.38 revolver.

Which I only use when absolutely necessary.

What about your parents, Paddy?

Mum d*ed last year... and Dad was k*lled in the w*r before I was born.

So, where do you live?

There's always somewhere to bunk.

(Phone rings)

Have you spoken to the police, Paddy?

Not on your life!

Can't trust the rozzers.

Oh, I can pay ya. Look.

That's just a down payment. You'll get the rest once you find Ned.

Dr Macmillan is on the telephone for you, Miss Fisher.

Paddy, this is Inspector Robinson.

Going out or coming in?

Oh, Jack, not all of us are in bed at nine with a hot milk and a Zane Grey.

No, you'd prefer DH Lawrence and a bottle of cognac.

I want you to prepare yourself, Paddy.

Paddy, I'm so sorry.

That's... That's not my brother.

That's Badger.

What's his real name?

You could ask Mary Maddison, my nurse's aide.

She might know him from her health-van checks.

What's this bottle-top thing?

I found it hanging around his neck.

Paddy, was Badger a member of one of the local gangs?

The Bottlers, the Bootleggers?

In my day, the token always represented the name of the g*ng.

Bottle Top Boys.

Is Ned a member too?

And you?

Wouldn't let me.

Said one of us going bad was enough.

And when was the last time you saw Badger alive?

Two days ago, just before Ned disappeared.

Dot, I think you need to take Paddy outside.

Sorry, Dr Harcourt, all the excitement's got to Lady Granville.

She's had one of her turns and needs your attention.

Course she does.

Let me deal with Her Highness while you start on the autopsy, that way I can legitimately tell her that you're busy.

Thank you.

A lot of money for a street urchin.

At least he spent it wisely.

I'll take it up with Paddy.

Good luck.

(Sighs) Someone meant business.

Looks like it's happened before.

Dot, I need to find out what species this is.

If you could consult our resident ornithologist?

Mr Butler?

Who would want to hurt Badger? Did he have any enemies?

What about the other g*ng members, how'd he get on with them?

Alright.

Where would he get money like that?

Inspector...

Alright, just me now. Spill the beans.

I don't know about the money, but he would have got the bullseyes from the Monster Man.

Who?

I don't know his real name.

Badger just calls him that 'cause he's half-monster, half-man.

Do you know a boy called Badger?

There's a few lads I see around here, part of the w*r victims' program.

Not, ah, one lad in particular, one with a liking for bullseye lollies, perhaps?

Oh, one of them did odd jobs for me sometimes.

I'm a bit forgetful with names.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right - Badger - that was him.

What kind of jobs?

Deliveries. I do hospital errands - bandages, prescriptions.

If I'm too busy or me wounds play up sometimes...

Did you ever pay him?

(Scoffs)

Only in sweets. It's not like I've got any money to spare.

It's important you tell us exactly where you were last night, Mr Woods.

I was here.

Can anyone verify that?

No.

What's going on?

Badger was found dead this morning, m*rder*d.

To be honest, I only employed Archie so I could keep an eye on him.

And despite my best efforts, he's in constant pain.

So, if his thinking is a little erratic...

I understand, Doctor, but I'm afraid he's still a suspect until we know more.

Don't worry, Inspector, he's quite used to people thinking the worst of him. Excuse me.

Paddy's brother disappeared the same time as Badger, belonged to the same g*ng.

All worrying coincidences, I agree.

I should take Paddy to the station, see what else I can learn.

Good luck. No kid from Collingwood's going to cooperate with the police.

What about the one I'm looking at?

I thought you were cooperating with ME.

You know, the first thing I ever stole, the police let me keep.

Really?

This little brooch in the shape of a swallow.

I saw it in the pawnbroker's window, and I coveted it for a whole year until I seized the opportunity.

And you were caught?

Well, someone lagged.

Ah. Then you talked your way out of it.

Well, I told the police that my grandmother had given it to me and my father had hocked it for a bottle of beer.

Let me spend some time with him, see what I can find out.

Come on, Paddy. I'll take you home.

Collins?

(Snoring)

(Clears throat)

Yes, sir! (Grunts)

What's going on, Constable?

Sorry, sir.

I... I had a puncture on my bike, and I didn't have any patches to fix it, and then I... I missed the last tram home, so I... slept.

I'll get back to work, sir.

You might want to put some clothes on first.

You're required at Miss Fisher's.

Some clothes.

You said you discovered this boy in bushland.

Was there a lake or a pond nearby?

Not near the hospital, no.

Odd, because this is definitely a duck feather.

Mary Maddison, that health-van nurse, said his proper name was Barnaby Parkins.

Maybe there were ducks near where he was living.

I don't think any of them have a proper home, Hugh.

Paddy was starving when he knocked on our door.

And I hate to think when he last had a bath.

When did you last have a shave, Hugh?

Oh, I, ah... I missed my turn in the bathroom this morning.

It's the problem with families, Dottie - overcrowding.

Which makes me think, it's not the best idea to move into the bungalow once we're married.

We agreed with your mother that we'd live there. I've already made the curtains.

I know, I know. It's just, I still think it's best that we rent.

If we do that, we'll never save up enough for a house of our own.

What if we stay in the bungalow for a short time?

No.

I'll find a way.

(Door opens)

I'm the breadwinner, and it's my job to provide.

Good morning, Hugh.

Morning, Miss. That's a lovely dress.

Oh, thank you, Hugh.

Paddy's agreed to be our house guest while I'm in his employ.

I think that's a very good idea. I'll make up the guest room.

We're heading back to Collingwood to collect his things as soon as I get changed.

Paddy, this is Constable Collins.

If you treat him nicely, he won't bite.

Help yourself to as much as you like, Paddy.

Well, you've fallen on your feet, haven't you?

When was the last time you ate?

This morning.

Well, you're doing a lot better than me.

Yeah.

Ooh.

Ooh!

Ooh.

Paddy's brother Ned is about 5'2", sandy hair, blue eyes, should be wearing the Bottle Top Boy symbol.

Whistle if you see him.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Don't worry, Miss, I'll look after you.

Come back, you rotten little thing! Come back!

For Christ's sake!

That lot'll nick anything. Lysol soap! I ask you.

He won't be needing this.

You're Dr Macmillan's friend. Mary Maddison.

Phryne Fisher. My assistant, Dorothy Williams.

Hello.

Perhaps you know Paddy?

Thank you.

Any news on what's happened to Badger?

None as yet. But Paddy's employed me to find his brother.

I believe you know Ned as well?

Not Neddy too?

I was worried sick when you two didn't show for breakfast.

You run the health van for the hospital.

You provide meals as well?

Not officially.

No, I've been a volunteer's aide since the w*r.

Let me tell you, if I didn't give them a feed every now and then they'd never let me near them.

When was the last time you saw either of the boys?

Ah, I'd have to check my book. Come with me.

Badger was doing so well too.

Just got a clean bill of health from the hospital on his pneumonia.

Paddy, you said your things were here.

Yeah, back in the stables.

I'll go with him, Miss.

Poor tyke.

They all sleep out there, but I turn a blind eye.

Where else are they gonna keep warm? (Sighs)

G'day, Archie. You're not on your bicycle today?

No, me knees are giving me grief.

That's no good.

Thanking you. And, ah... you can take this Lysol soap back to where it came from.

Here we go.

I gave Badger a lice check and kerosene wash three days ago.

Riddled with them.

And Paddy's brother refused one on the same day.

What about Jimmy, are the cops looking for him too?

Jimmy?

Yeah.

He disappeared over a week ago. Not even a goodbye.

Is that all, Paddy?

(Sighs)

This looks too big for you.

It was my dad's.

(Footsteps approach)

Paddy just told them the news, Miss.

Thank you, Dot. Why don't you take Paddy home and get him settled in?

I can manage now.

Now, you've all heard Badger is dead, and Ned is still missing.

If anyone knows anything, it would be better to tell it to me now before the police find out.

What about Mr Archie Woods, from the hospital, do you know him?

Badger used to do odd jobs for him.

Who's the smoker?

Ah, sir, I've been meaning to talk to you about my... ah, career in the police force.

Yes?

There's a junior-detective position opening up at City Central.

They're looking for someone with intelligence and enterprise, and I was hoping you could give me more of a running with this case and maybe write me a reference.

Is there something you're unhappy with, Collins?

No, not at all, sir! Not at all.

It's just, the salary is £5.6s a week, which is quite a substantial improvement on my current position.

I can see that. But are you willing to be transferred?

No, sir.

But I've...

It's just that I've...

It's complicated, sir. There's...

(Door creaks open)

Inspector Robinson? Col Richards, g*ng leader of the Bottle Top Boys.

G'day, Col. Still take four sugars in your tea?

Badger was k*lled a week after he robbed a house in South Yarra.

Did you send him on that job?

Perhaps this might jog your memory. I saw you drop it.

You're not pinning this on me.

Well, you had the opportunity and a likely w*apon.

I never sent Badger to that house, I never even seen him that night.

Is he working for himself or for someone else?

So, he was moonlighting, a g*ng member gone rogue.

Now we have a motive too.

Did you want to make an example of him to the other boys?

I didn't k*ll Badger.

If you've got no way of proving it, you can't keep me here.

You can go for now.

We're keeping the Kn*fe.

Badger was working for Archie Woods doing odd jobs.

Those bullseyes wouldn't have lasted a minute in the pocket of a hungry boy, so he must have seen Archie not long before he d*ed.

I'm loath to harass a man like that unless we're sure.

So am I.

But perhaps Mr Woods needs help now that he's lost his messenger boy.

Will it get anyone else in strife?

Only the person who hurt Badger.

And who might have hurt Ned?

Let's hope not.

Hey, Mister?

What do you want?

I'm all out of lollies, if that's what you're after.

I'm a friend of Badger's.

I was a friend of Badger's.

He told me he used to do some jobs for you.

I was wondering if I could do those jobs now.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm fast and I'm good and I don't charge much, maybe just enough to get a pie and that's all.

Come with me.

He said he'd give me threepence for each delivery.

Thank you, Paddy.

Can you please wait for me outside?

Now, I expected to find necklaces and silverware, not vials of morphine.

But they're all there.

Help yourself.

Oh, Miss Fisher...

It's water.

He's been replacing the contents to avoid suspicion.

Just wait till Lady Granville gets wind of this.

I won't be rushing to tell her.

We won't be charging you, Archie. Let's just keep this between us.

Right now, we just want to know about Badger.

Alright. I sent him on a job the day before he was meant to come back with the cash.

What happened, did something go wrong?

Another digger put one over on him, paid him in metals, told him it was real gold.

So you were angry at Badger?

Yeah, of course I was!

He was always letting people pay with bits of rubbish, then I've got to go flog 'em to the pawnbroker for a song.

How angry were you, Archie?

He riled me up!

It wasn't all one way. He had a mouth on him, that kid.

Did he thr*aten to tell the hospital what you were doing?

I should never have trusted him. Look, I just want to be left alone.

Just get out. Everyone, get out!

Archie, calm down.

Archie, you need to tell us what happened, even if it's bad.

No!

Is everything alright, Doctor?

(Screams)

You're not taking me alive!

Archie, no!

(Shouts)

Leave me!

It's over now, Archie.

It's over now. Shh.

I can't interview him in this state.

Dr Macmillan's given him something to calm him down.

Poor man.

I've asked for a comparison of the bayonet with Badger's wound, but it doesn't look good for Mr Woods.

If Badger was threatening to reveal his drug theft, he had an obvious motive.

I wonder if Mary Maddison is one of his customers.

He delivered a parcel to her at the health van.

Hospital supplies?

She gave him a smaller package in return, maybe cash.

Whatever it is, there's something going on.

What happened to your scarf?

Oh, Archie Woods. Still, it's better than puncturing my throat.

Looks like he made an attempt.

No, it's nothing.

I'm sure he's not the first man who wanted to wring my neck.

No?

(Approaching footsteps)

Sorry, Miss.

(Clears throat)

Dot, where are you off to?

Hugh's taking me to the pictures.

He didn't tell you? He's taking an extra shift tonight to impress the Chief Commissioner.

Why?

I assume it's to do with this promotion he's chasing at City Central.

What promotion?

Excuse me!

I'm looking for one of the Bottle Top Boys, a boy named Ned.

Oh! Cheeky... Hey!

More tea, Mr Paddy?

Yes, please, Mr B. This brew's even better than your last one.

Dorothy! I thought you were supposed to be at the pictures.

Hugh had to work.

So I'll be able to work on your jumper.

How much longer do you reckon it'll take?

I need to get back out and look for Ned.

There's a fair bit of work involved.

I've had to unravel your old jumper and knit a new one your size.

I'll give you till tomorrow.

Well, that's very generous of you.

But right now you should be in bed, young man.

Go on, scoot.

Hugh certainly is spending a lot of time on this case.

I just found out he's chasing a promotion at another police station.

Well, that's not such a bad thing.

But why would Hugh leave Inspector Robinson, even for a better job with more money, and why doesn't the Inspector stop him?

Hugh must do what he thinks is right, Dorothy.

And Inspector Robinson would never stop him, just as Miss Fisher would never stop you from pursuing your dreams, even if she missed you terribly.

I just wish Hugh had shared his dreams with me instead of hearing about them from the Inspector.

Perhaps he wanted to surprise you.

Phonograph: ♪ BESSIE SMITH: Nobody Knows When You're Down And Out Come in and tell me what's wrong.

Maddie Granville heard about Archie.

She's announced to the entire Ladies Auxiliary that he's been locked up for m*rder.

I hope you told her that he's only being questioned.

So, he hasn't been charged?

That's a relief.

But if he is charged, it would help us enormously if it didn't happen until after tomorrow.

That's when the Ladies Auxiliary make their final decision on funding the w*r victims' program.

So... it's alright if he's hanged,... just not yet.

No-one wants him to hang, but we are talking about one life compared to a program that benefits hundreds of lives.

I keep forgetting you're a scientist.

Here's to the death of medical progress.

You could try one last-ditch remedy, Dr Harcourt.

It's called socialising.

Lady Granville might be opposed to your w*r victims' program, but she's certainly not opposed to your charms, neither are the other ladies. I try not to encourage them.

Well, that will only make you more attractive.

Are all women so contrary?

Without exception.

You just need to give them a little hope.

Accept an invitation or two.

Or perhaps offer one.

Care to join me for supper tonight, Miss Fisher?

You ARE a fast learner.

Excuse me, Miss. Did Paddy sneak down here?

I thought he was in bed.

So did I.

(Rustling)

Who's there?

Police! Stop!

Hey! Come here!

Get up. Get up!

Empty your pockets.

Empty your pockets, Paddy, now!

Is that your brother, is that Ned?

That's Jimmy.

They've taken Jimmy to the hospital.

We need to find out what happened to him.

Jimmy wasn't like one of us.

He lived on the streets but he still had his mum.

He joined the g*ng so he could make money for her.

Will someone let her know?

Of course. Don't worry about her. Don't worry about Ned either.

We'll find him.

I know Ned's still alive.

And I didn't steal that necklace.

Ned left it for me in the drainpipes at the back of the stables.

It's our secret place where we hide things for each other, and nobody else knows.

What necklace?

It's one of the items Badger stole from the Como Avenue house.

I found it in Paddy's pocket.

It's over now, Archie.

Perhaps Badger wasn't working alone that night.

Can I be of assistance?

The neighbours said they heard someone poking around in here.

I'm still looking for Ned. I thought I saw something in here.

There's not a lot of places to hide.

These are very beautiful earrings.

Where did you get them?

They're just paste, I'm afraid. They were a gift.

Not exactly a gift. I bought them off one of the boys as a favour.

His mother had passed, and he was selling off her things.

Well, unless his mother lived in Como, I think you'll find that they're stolen property, perhaps along with the rest of these gifts.

The earrings are a match for a police listing.

Alright, I had my doubts.

I never asked any questions, so I never knew for sure.

And I only ever did it to make more money for the health van.

What about Mr Archibald Woods - what does he have to do with this little cottage industry?

Nothing bad, he just pawns them for me.

And who steals them for you?

I never knew anything was stolen, I told you.

But if it were stolen, who do you think would have done it?

Col Richards is the ringleader.

Never even seen them jewels before.

Stolen by Badger a week before he d*ed.

Mary Maddison says she got them from you.

She's lying.

Now another member of your g*ng shows up dead.

Was Jimmy moonlighting as well, Col?

Jimmy?

His body was dumped.

(Knock on door)

Sir, I thought you should see this.

Thank you, Collins.

The bayonet is not a match for Badger's wound.

You can release Mr Woods, Collins.

And in a report from City Central, it seems that our Col is the No 0.1 suspect in a recent as*ault with a deadly w*apon, to wit, a Kn*fe.

That Kn*fe you had earlier is no w*apon for a g*ng leader.

Where's your real Kn*fe, Col?

It's Mary Maddison's word against mine.

What makes you think she's such an angel?

What on earth's going on, Collins?

What are you doing, sleeping in the police car?

Ah, because the cells are full, sir.

Why aren't you sleeping in your own bed?

I can't.

My mother threw me out after I converted for the wedding.

Couldn't bear having a tyke under her roof, she said.

Does Dot know?

I don't want her to know.

We'll be right back where we were, with her family trying to convert me, my family trying to convert her.

Dot'll want to call off the whole wedding!

It's why I need this promotion, sir - to buy a place of my own.

Ah, I... I went back to the stables and found this stashed where Paddy said Ned left him things.

There's dried blood on it and what looks like a fingerprint.

Ah, and another thing.

This report came through from Dr Macmillan last night after you left.

The second boy, Jimmy, d*ed a week ago from septicaemia.

From what?

Infected Kn*fe wounds, sir.

Excellent work, Collins.

Thank you, sir.

Phonograph: ♪ BENNIE MOTEN: Somebody Stole My Gal I'm beginning to believe he'll secure that funding after all.

Even Paddy's turning on the charm.

Mm!

You'll be pleased to know, Miss Fisher, I have now accepted two luncheon invitations, a soiree and a tea dance - whatever the hell that is.

That's very brave of you, Doctor.

Especially when none of them are the companion of my choice.

(Phone rings)

Are you any closer to finding out who's k*lling these boys?

It could be a simple case of g*ng warfare, but I'd think twice about having Mary Maddison run your health van for you.

Excuse me, Miss, the Inspector has telephoned.

It's poor Mr Woods.

Jack?

The hospital staff found him this morning.

Poor Archie.

Liquid morphine.

There are other empty bottles.

It looks like it was self-administered - an overdose.

Or somebody wants us to think that.

Good God.

Looks like an infection. The tissue's necrotic.

I performed another graft a week ago.

It looks like it's been rejected.

He must have been in terrible pain.

I'm going to go and break the news to Mary Maddison.

She'll take it hard.

Excuse me.

And Hugh found this last night, hidden behind the stables.

Single-edged blade, right blade width with some slight serration here.

I'd say that's a match.

Both members of the same g*ng, both carrying Kn*fe wounds and scars.

Jimmy was copping it worse.

It isn't right to die so young.

But it isn't right to live so violently either.

Yes, I've got that number. I'll wait. Thank you.

Do you recognise this, Paddy?

Do you know who it belongs to?

Someone is targeting the boys, Paddy.

Badger and Jimmy are gone, but we need to find who it is and put them away before they can hurt anyone else.

It was one of Col's.

Thank you.

And what about my brother?

What about your special place, where he left you the necklace?

At the stables?

I think it's time that you left Ned something in return.

Some of those cheese scones?

Good idea. Come on.

Yes, thank you. I'll let the Inspector know. Goodbye.

Sir, we've just had a report through - the bloody fingerprints on the Kn*fe, they're not Col Richards'.

What if he doesn't show? What if someone got to him?

Let's just wait and see.

That's him!

Ned, Ned!

Paddy!

Ned!

Stay where you are!

Why'd you bring someone? Who's she?

Phryne Fisher, the detective from Collingwood.

You shouldn't have done that, Paddy. I can't stay here now.

Ned, you don't need to worry, we know you didn't do it.

Hugh: Stop there! Hey!

Edward O'Connell, you're under arrest for the m*rder of Barnaby Parkins, also known as Badger.

What?!

Jack, what is this?

Paddy: Not true!

Ned's fingerprints were found on the Kn*fe.

We matched them to his records.

No, Col's the one, and you said so!

No, Paddy!

I didn't mean to, but I done it.

I k*lled Badger.

Did you bury him here?

No. I didn't bring him here.

But Col sent you to find Badger after he discovered he'd been doing jobs on the side.

He wanted me to put the frighteners on him and he gave me his Kn*fe, said he'd throw me out of the g*ng if I didn't put the fear of God into him.

Give it here!

Come and get it!

I just left him there.

Jack, this isn't right.

Ned's confessed to stabbing the boy, his prints are on the Kn*fe.

No!

I have to take him in.

I thought I could trust you because you were one of us, but you're not! You're supposed to help.

Now they're gonna hang him, and it's all your fault! I hate you!

Paddy!

Paddy, wait!

Sir...

Wait in there for me.

Jack, something's missing. What about Jimmy?

Surely you don't believe Ned did that to him?

Sir, Mary Maddison.

What about her?

The Volunteer Aid Detachment New South Wales don't have a match for Mary Maddison, but they've been trying to locate a Velma Mary Ferguson for the last couple of years.

Where's the wanted-persons file, Collins?

Let's see.

Velma Mary Ferguson, wanted for the m*rder of her husband.

Mary bleaches her hair.

What about the scar on her cheek?

She's had a birthmark removed.

The New South Wales Police are on their way to extradite you for the m*rder of Arthur Ferguson.

He was a cruel bastard.

Well, you could have left him.

It was self-defence.

How did you really come across those jewels that Badger stole?

Was it Col who sold them to you?

You help us, Velma, and we may be able to help you.

Col had nothing to do with it. I just never liked him.

It was Badger.

He was a cheeky kid, smart.

He did the job for me at Como Avenue, brought the stuff back to me and I paid him.

That was the last time I saw him.

Your birthmark, you had it removed.

Dr Harcourt helped me out... a favour for a favour.

He gave me a new face, and I was happy to look after his van.

We've been so blind.

Ned has confessed to stabbing Badger but not to burying him.

He was bleeding but very much alive when Ned left him, which begs a very large question.

Mac, do you mind taking another look at the wound for me?

How lethal does it look?

That's odd.

The position of the wound... it doesn't look like the blade penetrated any major organs.

No? Then what was the cause of death?

Something that didn't leave much of a mark.

So, not strangulation?

No.

What about... suffocation with a feather pillow?

Possibly. Harcourt, I thought...

Let's just say that Badger was suffocated after he was stabbed, and then he was buried, possibly by someone a little more able-bodied than young Ned, which explains how he ended up deceased in a grave, but not why.

The answer lies here.

But Archie d*ed of an accidental overdose. We've established that.

Not without any doubt.

But before he d*ed, you performed a number of skin grafts in an attempt to repair the damage done to his face.

A successful skin graft requires healthy skin from elsewhere on the patient's body. Am I right, Mac?

Yes, it does.

But Archie's entire body was b*rned.

There's no graft site.

Which means the skin for his operations came from somewhere...

Or someone else.

These aren't wounds from a Kn*fe fight, are they, Dr Harcourt?

You were using Jimmy and Badger as your guinea pigs.

I didn't have a choice.

Men like Archie, they need skin from other donors, and I paid the boys, I paid them well.

They knew what they were doing. It was perfectly safe!

But Jimmy didn't take the sulphur like I told him.

No, he didn't.

He lived on the street, in filth, and he was only a child.

He took your money but he forgot about everything else.

What about Badger?

Yes, what about Badger?

Did he come to you for help after he was stabbed?

He came to the hospital but he wouldn't let me touch him.

I tried to help him but he just started threatening me.

No! Get off me! Get away!

I'll tell them what you did, I'll tell them everything!

Come back here!

Quiet! Be quiet!

I wasn't going to let him ruin everything, not after all the years I've spent on my work.

You understand. This kind of surgery, it's revolutionary - donor skin, perhaps, one day, donor organs!

This is a new frontier, and the rewards surely outweigh the risks.

You said it yourself - one life to save many.

What have you done with Paddy?

I never touched him. I don't know where he is.

What a waste of a brilliant mind.

Oh, I want you to know, Collins, that I was very impressed with your efforts on this case.

Thank you, sir. You showed great enterprise, and one day I think you'll make an excellent senior constable.

One day, sir?

I don't think there's any point in applying for the position at City Central.

You don't think I'm ready?

The job's already gone, Collins, to the nephew of the Deputy Commissioner.

It's not right, but it's the way it is.

If it's any consolation, I'm very happy you'll be staying here.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

(Door creaks open)

Look out, Hugh!

I know I was upset about missing the pictures the other night, but I wanted to say that I will support you in whatever you want to do.

Thank you, Dottie.

You're letting me pursue my dream of working with Miss Fisher, and you should have your dream as well, whether it's renting a house or getting a promotion.

Dreams are for dreamers, Dottie.

They're not practical.

But everybody has to have a dream.

Not me. I'm wide awake now.

I'm busy, Dottie, I don't have time to chat.

You don't look busy. Where's the Inspector?

This has nothing to do with the Inspector!

I just told you I'm busy, alright?

Excuse me, sir?

Yes?

I'd like to hand in my resignation from the police force.

(Gasps)

I heard you caught the real k*ller.

I'm not angry with you anymore.

I'm glad to hear I've been forgiven.

Can I have a go at your g*n?

Not on your nelly!

Now clean this up and come downstairs.

I've got a surprise for you.

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Thank you.

Thank you, Miss.

I had some doubts, but you came good in the end.

And in fact, I was just wondering... when I'm 18, how old are you going to be?

(Door opens)

There he is.

You look like you're off to church.

Now, that's an idea.

Time to go!

Oh, no.

We're having lemonade first, it's a celebration. Mr B?

What are your plans now, Ned?

The Inspector said I got a good chance of probation for what I done to Badger.

He's quitting the Bottle Top Boys and looking for a job.

That's wonderful!

If you've won over the Inspector, you're halfway there.

I'm sure that Mr Butler can put you to work if you have any trouble.

Well, as long as we lock up the silver, Miss.

Come along, boys, I have a job for you.

Don't worry, Dot, I'm sure Hugh will be back on deck in no time.

He talked to you?

Well, I refused to accept his resignation.

Told him to have a think instead. He's been under a lot of strain, missing out on his promotion and his mother throwing him out because he's converted.

Fishing would be the perfect thing to clear his head.

His mother threw him out?

How long have you known?

Not long. Ah, I'm sorry, Miss Williams, I thought you knew.

Cake is served in the dining room, everyone.

It's alright, Inspector, it's not your fault.

(Ned laughs)

I hope you're right and Hugh comes to his senses.

He will, if I have anything to do with it.

Paddy: It's true! Young Paddy must be a satisfied customer.

I believe so. He just proposed to me.

Takes a brave man to propose to you.

Or a very foolish one.

I found something for you when we raided Mary's health van.

Am I the receiver of stolen goods?

No, more lost property.

If the owner comes forward, I'll send them your way.

They can fight me for it.

It's true... about your father hocking your grandmother's brooch.

A lemonade toast to the children we were.

To the adults we've become.

(Screams)

What on earth possessed you to hand over your home to a women's sanatorium?

It's time to talk directly about Arthur.

Betsy was found dead this morning.

Charred flesh - very distinctive odour.

Your mind always jumps to m*rder. Have you noticed?

No, please! Stay right where you are.

Say whatever you can to keep her calm.

Knowing a prime suspect to help us with a witness is a first, even for you.

Shh.