01x01 - Still Waters

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♪ Well, I'm just outta school

♪ Like I'm real, real cool

♪ Gotta shake, gotta jive

♪ Got the message
that I gotta be wild

♪ I'm a wild one ♪
Woo!

♪ Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one

♪ Ooh, baby, gonna break loose

♪ I'm gonna keep 'em moving wild

♪ I'm gonna keep 'em shaking, baby

♪ I'm a real wild child

♪ I meet all the guys
I'm gonna meet all the chicks

♪ A shiver and a shake... ♪

(Bicycle bell)

Alright guys, turn it down.

(All complain)
Turn it down.

(All speak indistinctly)

(Music continues)

And there we are.
Isn't she lovely?

Oh yes sir, yes. Magnificent.

Oh steady on, Blake. That's a bit
strong, isn't it?

Keith! Didn't know you were
an art critic.

I thought you were a chemist.

Ah, Patrick!

Get it down.
The painting stays.

Too far this time, Blake.
That is offensive.

Oh, you don't like it? Of course
I don't bloody well like it.

This is a gentlemen's club.

And that's the problem.
Come on, be reasonable.

Oh, Keith! What's wrong?

Worried a scandal would delay
your election to council?

You can't just walk into the club
and do whatever you want.

Actually, I can.

I refer to Item 6 of the club's
constitution,

under Rights and Privileges
re club decoration.

I think he may be correct.

You never come to the club.

You clearly despise everything it
stands for. Why do all this?

Because it's a beautiful painting,

and she's a very promising young
artist.

This was painted by a woman?

Yes, a woman.

Just think...

..you'll have to let them join
one day.

Never bloody will happen
while I'm alive.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Woman shouts indistinctly)

(Engine revs)

♪ Theme music

Lawson, what have we got?

Parks?
Young woman, sir.

(Strains)

Heard about what happened
at the club.

Can't help yourself, can you?

Turn her over for me, would you?

I'll need time of death,
approximate.

Shouldn't take you too long.

I need to perform an autopsy.

She drowned. What more do you need?

Ann Fitzgerald.

Age?
17.

How long at she been at the
reformatory?

It's a reform school, Constable.
Five years.

Any family?

Well, thanks, Miss Patterson.
We'll be in touch.

Lawson said it was a drowning.
Doesn't need the two of us, does it?

Ever tried to drown yourself, Gus?

Not recently.

Not easy in three feet of water.

You're alright if I stay,
aren't you?

Do I have a choice?
Not really.

Let's have a look, eh?

Ah, substantial haematomas,
both legs.

Possible broken tibia.

What were you doing floating
in Lake Wendouree?

Haematomas to the neck, shoulders
and upper chest.

I'm sorry about this.
It's not very dignified, is it?

Would you not do that?

What?
Talking to the body.

You should always talk
to your patients, Gus.

Oh, Gus.

Look. Cuts to the right palm.
Evidence of gravel.

And... just bear with me a second.

Look here, look at that.

Fragments of glass.

What happened to you?

I am sorry.
What?

I think she was pregnant.

Poor kid.
Yes.

No fluid in the lungs.
Significant internal damage.

Actual cause of death was
penetrations of the heart

by one of the ribs.
She didn't drown.

No. She was... She was run over.

Bloody hell.

Height of impact on the legs suggest
whoever hit her

was accelerating at the time.

Which makes it deliberate.

Yes, if they saw her. Yes.

So how did she end up in the lake?

I have absolutely no idea.

I understand your frustration,
ma'am.

Phillip's spent a lot of money
on that car.

And those young idiots think they can
just take whatever they want.

We don't know they took it, Mum.
Then who else was it?

When did you last see the car?
Last night, parked outside the
house.

When did you first notice it was
gone? This morning.

They race up and down Lydiard Street,
they're rude

and the way those girls dress-
Mum!

They're sluts, Phillip.
There's no other word for it.

Mrs Morrisey. Problem here?

Phillip's car's been stolen. It's
those tearaways that are parked

outside the picture theatre all day.

You saw them?
Well, who else would steal it?

Parks, sort it out.
Yes, sir.

Make and model.
It's a Standard Vanguard two tone.

Can I help you there?

Oh, sorry. I was...
just cleaning up your desk.

Right.

You really don't need to hide
all of these, you know.

There aren't many consolations
in life, Jean.

Good whisky happens to be
one of the few.

(Sighs) There's rather a lot of
consolation here.

Perhaps I should take responsibility

for disposing of the empty bottles,
eh?

Dinner's nearly ready.

Yes, look, I may have to skip that.
I have a meeting down at the club.

Your father liked dinner on the
table at half past five on the dot.

I'm not my father, Jean.

No.

(Distant rock music plays)

Hard at work, are we?

You know you almost look grown-up
in that uniform.

Thank you.

Is it a good book?

(Sighs)

Are you taking interest
in literature?

That book's banned.

Well, you can have it
when I'm finished with it.

I could arrest you if I wanted to.
(Scoffs)

Well, you're gonna have to arrest
the Doctor too, because it's his.

Something smells good!

Danny, you're just in time.

Aunty Jean.
Did you have a good day?

Oh, spent the morning pulling
a dead girl out of the lake.

Oh, how awful!

She's from the bad girls' home.
The what?

You know, up on the highway.

I think you mean the reform school.
No one calls it the bad girls' home.

I do.
Thank you.

OK, so if she's a bad girl,

does that mean that she deserves
everything she gets?

No-one deserves to be in that place,
I can tell you.

If you're not bad going in, chances
are you'll be when you come out.

I'll keep that in mind. Oh, this
from the boyfriend, how is he?

He's fine. He just got admitted
to the Bar.

So? I do that every Saturday night.

There's some mail for you.
I can tell.

Another letter from Singapore.

Thank you.

Are you eating?

(Hubbub)

This is an extraordinary meeting of
the disciplinary committee, Blake.

You weren't invited.

Well actually, as a member,
I'm allowed to sit and observe,

especially in this case,
as it concerns me.

In that case, I propose that club
member Doctor Lucien Blake

be censured for bringing the club
into disrepute.

Namely, for displaying an
unauthorised article

on club property, and then refusing
to remove it when asked to do so.

It was unauthorised.

All those in favour?

Carried.

Gentlemen.

Fellow members.

She goes back to the Bar.

Thank you, Cec.

dr*gs?

Yes, amphetamines
of some kind.

There's a margin of error of course,
it's a fairly primitive test.

Did you find any on her
or in her clothing?

No.
So that's the story then?

Amphetamines and cars.

There's still the fact
that she was pregnant.

Oh, that's not what k*lled her.

We've given them warnings. Public
nuisance, obstructing traffic.

This is a step up for these kids.

So what, you just pluck some suspects
out of thin air

because you don't like their
attitude?

Parks, who's the dickhead in the
jacket?

Ricky Arnott, sir.

We went to school together.

Tell him I want a word.
Yes, sir.

Hey, Parksy. Blue's a good look
on you.

Bet the girls just wet 'emselves
when you turn up.

You hit something, Ricky?

Hey, get away from the car.

Are you bloody deaf or something?
What happened here?

What's it to you?
Mate, tell me what the bloody hell

happened to the front of your car.

You're not my mate, you prick.

Stay still! Calm down.

My boss, he wants you down
at the station.

He's interested in any cars
with any front end damage.

So either you come with me easy

or I'll drag you down there
by your bloody ears!

Can I help you there, Doctor?

What's this?

That is cochineal.

Boiled insects. Perfect.

And that is our last box
of sugar cubes.

I promise I'll bring some back.

Mattie!
Mm-hm?

Does the district nurse have
a busy morning?

Not terribly. Why?

Mm, do you think she might accompany
me on a little visit

to the reformatory?

I'll see if she is free.

She's free.
Good.

Is your car actually working
right now?

Today, yes. Tomorrow, who knows?

I think Jean's rather worried
about you.

Really?
Yes.

You don't look after yourself.
And you know she does try.

I know.

Maybe I'm just not cut out
to have a housekeeper.

Now, come on. Bad girls are waiting.

I thought that your father saw to
the girls' polio boosters last year.

Yes, well unfortunately,
I think dear old Dad

may have let a few thing slide
toward the end.

I always thought he was very
thorough.

Yes, he was.

How are the girls,
Miss Patterson?

They're upset. We all are.
You can see them in here.

Thank you.

Let me ask you, did you know
Ann Fitzgerald?

OK.

Kathleen.

Did you know Ann Fitzgerald?

Oh.

Didn't fancy that, eh?

Good.
Good.

There you go.

Josie, just while you're here,

can I ask you - did you know
Ann Fitzgerald?

Yeah, I knew her.

Was she a friend of yours?

Oh, I am sorry.

It's not your fault.

Miss Patterson probably wants me
back on kitchen duty. Can I go now?

Yes, of course you can.

Ann was pregnant when she d*ed.

Do you know who the father
might have been?

One of those boys who... parks down
at the Regent Theatre, perhaps?

What do you think?

Ask Mr Morrisey.

She was a bright girl.
It's a tragedy for the school.

Any problems teaching her?

Well, all of these girls
have problems.

They're written off the moment
they set foot in here.

And personally, I...

You know, I don't think that's fair.

But I was specifically asking you
about Ann.

She was a good student.

Must be difficult, eh?

Why's that?

Well, hope you don't mind me saying,
but you're a good-looking chap.

And these are young women.

I imagine things could get
a bit tricky.

These girls develop crushes.
It's fairly normal.

Did Ann have a crush on you, Phillip?

I really wouldn't know about that.

I... simply try to teach her
as best as I could.

Are we done here, Doctor?

Yes.

Yes. Thank you for your time.

Mattie.

I didn't like Miss Patterson at all.

No. And what did you make of him?

Well, it's nice to hear someone
defending those girls for a change.

Hang on a minute.
If you were a bad girl here,

and he was teaching you...

Well, I'd probably have a crush on
him too.

Oh, Mattie. Get in the car.

Ann Fitzgerald? Don't know her.

Really?

So you didn't talk to her
the day before yesterday?

Nuh.

Or the day before that,
at approximately 10:15

in the morning and then again
at 4:50 later that afternoon?

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

(Sighs) You're starting
to try my patience.

That's your problem.

No, son. It's your problem.

Now if I were you,
I'd start remembering

Ann Fitzgerald pretty bloody quickly.

G'day, Doc.
Danny.

What's she doing here?

Yeah, she's a bit of alright,
isn't she?

She's more than alright, Danny.
She's exquisite.

This is Tyneman's doing, isn't it?

Yeah, the boss wants her out of
here.

Of course he does. Philistine.

I've just been up to the reformatory.

Seems Ann Fitzgerald had more than
just a crush

on that science teacher,
Phillip Morrisey.

I think we should be talking to him.

Yeah Morrisey, he was in here
yesterday. Someone stole his car.

Really?

Where's Lawson?

Ah, he's talking with Ricky Arnott.

The kid from outside
the picture theatre?

Yeah. his car's out the front
if you want to take a squiz.

There's some damage to the front of
it.

Ah, he still thinks this is
about the pills, does he?

Oh, maybe this will convince you.

We found them on Ricky
when we brought him in.

Boss wants to know what they are.

Any idea?

Bloody hell! What are you doing?

Are you insane?

Give me a minute. I'll tell you.

Don't go in there. Don't!
Don't you go in there!

Please, Doc!

My dear Lawson, I'm here to drum
some sense into you. Sorry, sir.

Look, there are two issues
to this investigation

and so far you've only thought
of one of them. Outside!

Well, look!

First of all, there's the issue of
the running down of the girl, yes?

And then there's the question of
the...

What is it?
Are you talking about pills?

Yes! Amphetamines, to be precise.

I'm sorry to be pedantic
but accuracy is important.

You mention anything about this,

you'll be dialling numbers out your
quoit for weeks, you understand?

Lawson, this is important!
Outside!

What the bloody hell do you think
you're doing?

Alpha-methylpehenethylamine.

Trade name benzedrine, or bennies,
depending on how hip you are.

I know what they're called.
Well, I've conducted an analysis.

That was quick.

(Panting) Yes, well, increased blood
flow, feelings of euphoria.

Tendency to indulge in high-risk
behaviour

with overwhelming sense of
invincibility.

It's definitely amphetamines.
Marvellous.

Yes. But... it leads us
to this point.

What is the point?

Ann Fitzgerald. Yes, amphetamines.

Are the two issues linked?

Which leads us to this question -
who is the father?

Possibly Phillip Morrisey.

Huh? I've pushed him as far as I felt
was appropriate on that question,

but short of crash tackling the man
to the ground

and forcibly getting blood out of
him- Go home!

And take that bloody painting
with you.

There's something else going on
here, Lawson.

Something we're missing.

Home!

Oh, seize the day, Lawson.

Seize it with both hands!

What are you smiling at?

Ah! I surrender.

If you can't appreciate
the wonder of that painting,

there's no hope for you - and that's
speaking as a doctor.

Your father would have hated it.

Well, neither of us can speak for
dear old Dad, so let's not try, eh?

Nakedness, Patrick!

She was gloriously naked
and you couldn't bear it.

Grow up, Blake. I couldn't give a
damn what she was wearing.

As long as you're authorised,

you can put your arse up there
for all I care.

That's exactly the kind of hypocrisy
I'm talking about.

Oh, don't you ever get tired
of always making a mess?

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs Clasby.
He seems to have been delayed.

Oh, that's perfectly alright.

I can't imagine Lucien is the
easiest person to work for.

Would you like a magazine?

Oh, thank you. That'd be lovely.

He is very kind, though,
despite what he's been through.

He was such a lovely boy.

I don't think his father knew
what to do with him.

I just think he needs looking after.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, that'd be lovely. Thank you.

I keep expecting old Doctor Blake
to walk in through the door.

Ah, we can but dream.

Sorry, Dad.

Lucien, where have you been?

Nell Clasby's been sitting in there
since four o'clock.

Bloody hell.

(Clears throat) Nell, forgive me.

I am so sorry to have kept you
waiting.

That's perfectly alright.
Jean looked after me.

Come on through.
Oh!

How are you feeling, Nell?

Not the best.

Your new prescription - it doesn't
seem to be agreeing with me.

Did you bring the pills in with you?
Yes.

But I'm sure I'll pick up.

Well, perhaps you should leave the
diagnosis to me.

Are you looking after yourself?

Of course I am.

Always rushing around looking after
everybody else.

And I worry sometimes.

Nell, honestly, I'm fine.

It's lovely having you back in town.

And your mum would have been
so thrilled.

Parks.

Yes, sir?

Any idea what happened back there?

With the Doc? No, sir.

None at all?

No.

He's an interesting man, Blake.

But that w*r really made
a mess of him.

He's taken you under his wing,
hasn't he?

Er... I suppose, sir.

Bit of advice, Parks.

It's not your job to save him
from himself.

Your loyalty's to the force,
Constable. Don't you forget it.

Yes, sir.

Breakfast.

Mate.

Quickly.
You gotta help me.

I didn't k*ll that girl.
The boss thinks you did.

Thinks you ran her down and you
dumped her body in the lake.

He's going to set me up for it,
is he?

Not if you tell us the truth,
he won't.

Danny, you know me. I wouldn't do
anything like this.

Yeah, well what about your headlight?

I ran into a fencepost.
I can show you if you want.

How do you know Ann?

I tried to cr*ck onto her
a few times, but...

Yeah, and come on, Ricky.
I need more than this, mate.

And she sold us bennies.

Where did she get them from?
I don't bloody know, mate.

Well, why wouldn't you have told us
this in the first place?

I didn't touch her. I swear.

Ricky's a dickhead, right? But I
just can't see him k*lling anyone.

Well, Lawson seems
to think he did it.

(Sighs) He just bought bennies
from the girl. That's all.

And where did she get them from?

No idea.

You know, Danny,
you should tell Lawson.

He's not gonna like it.

He's a smart man, your boss.

You don't want to get into the habit
of going behind his back.

Oh, well, you do.

Yes, well, he wouldn't expect
anything else from me.

You don't think it's got anything to
do with the pills, do you?

I don't know. It'd be good
to have another look at them.

Yeah, well, you swallowed
the only ones we had.

Yes.

Do you mind?

Lucien.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, you're a real hero, Danny.

Hey, I stuck my neck out for you.

Yeah, thanks. I owe you one.

Yeah, well don't let me see you
here again. Alright?

Sure.

And get that headlight fixed!

(Engine starts)

(Engine revs)

(Rock music plays)

Excuse me. How are you all?

A friend of mine would like
to buy some bennies.

You know where I could buy some?
You're bloody kidding me, right?

No.
You're not a copper, are you?

No, I'm not a copper.

Then what were you doing
at the station?

I'm a doctor.

And I'm ex-army which means I know
more about amphetamines

than you kids ever will.

Now look, I spent two months,
two months straight

under fire day and night
on the Malay Peninsula.

How do you think we stayed awake?

By the time Singapore finally fell,
I'd been awake for three days.

You could say I developed
a taste for them.

You blokes were off your heads
the whole w*r?

Until the Japs took us prisoner.

Now, are you selling?

Ten bob.
Meet me in the lane in five.

Done.

That true what you were saying
about the w*r?

Absolutely.

This is where you'd meet Ann
Fitzgerald and do your business?

Mate, I thought you said
you weren't a copper.

What am I looking for?

You see that pill has a groove
down the centre,

and there's a little nick,

about a third of the way
along the groove there?

Yes.

That's cause by a slight
imperfection in the pressing mould.

So every pill that comes from that
press will have that same nick.

Now...

..tell me what you see there.

It's a different colour.
Mm-mm.

But exactly the same imperfection.
Yes.

Now that pink one, that's one of Nell
Clasby's blood pressure pills.

And the white one?
The white's one a bennie.

I bought it from Ricky in the laneway
behind the picture theatre.

You did what?
I know, it's a long story.

But look, the thing is - those nicks
are like a signature.

So they're going to be on every pill
that came out of that press?

Exactly. And who supplied Nell's
blood pressure medication?

Keith Morrisey.

I have no idea.
Honestly, I have no idea.

(Sighs) You've seen these pills.

Yes, I have.

And?

There's no question they were made
on the same press.

How does that happen?
I don't know.

Mr Morrisey.
I don't, I have no idea.

It's a nice little sideline earner,
isn't it?

Selling amphetamines to idiots.

God no.

These pills were made on your press.

And you're saying the science is
beyond you?

No, anyone with a basic knowledge of
science can do this.

Keith, who else has access
to your pill press?

Well, this is just bloody
marvellous, isn't it?

A science teacher who uses his lab

and his father's pill press
to make bennies.

Quite the little operation you had
going there, didn't you?

You know what makes me really angry?

You got one of your students to sell
your pills for you.

You get her pregnant,
very inconvenient.

You run her down and you dump
her body in the lake.

No.
Bullshit!

I made the pills, but...

..I didn't k*ll Ann.

We're going to find your car.

If there's the smallest bit of
evidence linking her to it,

I'm charging you with m*rder.

Lucien, what is going on here?
Where's Phillip?

Right now he's being interviewed
about manufacturing amphetamines.

I want to speak
to Superintendent Lawson.

Did you know he was having
a relationship with one of his
students?

It's impossible.

Really?

She was pregnant.

Someone run her down and dumped her
body in the lake.

You're not suggesting that Phillip
would do something like that?

Did he ever talk about her?

He talked about his students
all the time.

Specifically, did he talk about
Ann Fitzgerald?

No. Absolutely not.

Doc, you might want to have a look
at this.

Excuse me, Rosemary.

Lucien, you tell the Superintendent

I am not leaving here
until this is cleared up.

It was dumped out near Castlemaine.

It's Morrisey's car.

Right.

Dumped, you say?

Is this blood?

Yes.

Danny, hop in there for me,
would you?

In here?
Yes, please.

Oh, bloody hell, it's tight!

I'm going to have to move
the seat back.

No, no, don't adjust anything.

Try to um, look in the rear vision
mirror there for me.

Right.

Whoever last drove this car, Danny,

how tall would you say they were?

Oh, he would have been a real short
arse.

You really think he did this?

You were the one babbling on
about Phillip Morrisey yesterday,
weren't you?

(Sighs)

Yes I was, wasn't I?

You know it's almost bloody
impossible for me to work out

when I should take you seriously.

He's not confessing, is he?

Give him time.

And he reported his car stolen,
didn't he?

12 hours after Ann Fitzgerald d*ed.

Her blood was all over the backseat
of the car, for Christ's sake.

Yes. Yes, it probably is her blood,

but I don't believe he was
the last person to drive that car.

Can you give me any logical reason

why you doubt that Phillip Morrisey
didn't k*ll that girl?

You're never satisfied, are you?

Seems I have a fair bit
to catch up on in the old town.

What can you tell me
about the Morriseys?

They're nice.

Jean?

I'm about to make some pretty wild
accusations about that family

and if I'm wrong
I may well be run out of this town

wearing nothing more than tar and
feathers.

So nice doesn't really help me.

Keith's boorish.

You don't like him?
I don't respect him.

Phillip seems decent enough,

though I don't know
where he gets that from.

What about Rosemary?

When she married Keith, there were
two chemists on Lydiard Street.

Morrisey's was the smaller shop.

She went to w*r against them.

They were bankrupt within two years.

Really? How did she manage that?

Oh, she ostracised the wife,

she spread stories
about the children.

She claimed the husband
propositioned her.

And people believed it?
Oh, the men did.

They seem to like her.

Yes.

Thank you, Jean.

My father brought me here
for my 19th birthday.

And we sat in silence
over brown Windsor soup.

Ma'am.
How was it?

It was very brown. Thank you, Cec.

Where's your infamous painting?

Oh.

It wasn't appreciated here.

I'll have to find her a new home.

I imagine Keith must be feeling
rather out of sorts right now.

Running for council
on a law and order platform.

Phillip finding himself
in so much trouble.

We'll rise above it.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

Despite everything else
that Phillip's done,

there's no way that he k*lled
that awful little slut.

(Chuckles)

Right.

Well, it was someone else.

Who?

Oh, someone who believes
her social standing in the town

is more important than the life
of a young girl from a reform school.

Someone who could steal
her son's car

because she could easily get
her hands on the keys.

Someone who lied to me

when they said they had no idea
this girl even existed.

You pathetic little man.

How did you arrange to meet Ann?

Were you planning on k*lling her
from the start?

You really believe I did all that?

Well, arrest me then.

I'm a doctor, not a policeman.

And that tells me everything.

You have no proof.

You come back to this town
with nothing.

Everything you have
is your father's.

His practice, his house,
his housekeeper.

And don't forget his car.

Weak, drunk...

..and self-righteous.

You have nothing.

There's another one.
Thank you, Mattie.

He wrote her a lot of love letters.
Mm!

Well, I am in no hurry to wade
through Lake Wendouree again.

I can tell you. What have we got?

Well, we can't make out
many of the words,

but they're all love letters
from him.

They say things like, 'darling Ann',
'sweet girl', that sort of thing.

And there's his signatures,
there and there.

Yes.

'Love always, Phillip.'

And lovely handwriting.
Except...

..this one here.

This is the only one
that's been typed.

Phillip, I, um,
I found Ann's bag in the lake.

She'd packed a change of clothes.

I think she was going somewhere.

I also found quite a few of the
letters you'd written her.

I mean, they're not in great
condition now, obviously,

but you can still make out
bits and pieces.

'Darling Ann', 'sweet girl'.

I'm sure she loved you.

And I think you loved her.

Phillip, tell me about these letters.

We couldn't be together,
so I wrote to her.

And your letters were always
handwritten.

Yes.

Then why is this one typed?

I mean, it's barely legible

but you can make out a few things,
like 'Bakery Lane',

and down the bottom here,
'From Phillip'.

That's not from me.

Who else knew Ann was pregnant?

I mean, certainly her friend Josie
at the reform school didn't know.

No. No.

Ann didn't tell anyone.

But you did, didn't you?

Phillip, did you tell your mother?

Lawson.
Where's your wife, Keith?

I don't know,
but you've got to find her.

What happened? She came home,
she was beside herself.

I tried to find out what was wrong
but she just started screaming

and saying it was all my fault.

Where do you think she might have
gone? I don't know.

All I know is that she's in
a dreadful state. Mrs Morrisey!

Please find her.

(Sobbing)

Rosemary.

I found the bag. And the letters.

Go away.

Rosemary, it's over.

Keith and Phillip need me.

They won't survive without me.

Please.

(Sobs)

Come here.

We should go.

Phillip told me he was in trouble.
The girl was pregnant.

He declared his undying love.

That sort of nonsense.

Of course, he was going to do
the right thing by her.

He's... he's so... so idealistic.

We had a huge row
and he just wouldn't see sense.

You sent her a letter
pretending it was from your son.

Well, I had to do something.

If he wasn't capable of seeing
where this would lead,

I thought that she might.

You took Phillip's car.

Well, she would never have agreed to
meet if she knew it was me.

What happened in the lane?

I...

I offered her money to go away.

Start a new life somewhere else.

But she wouldn't take it.

Perhaps I...

I should have been more generous.

Perhaps Ann wasn't for sale,
Rosemary.

She told me that she loved Phillip,
that she'd go anywhere with him,

as long as they were together.

Imagine that little slut,
talking to me, about love.

He's my son.

And she was going to ruin him.

I just couldn't let that happen.

There we are.

I think she's lovely.

I like the colours and the way
the light falls on her.

Yes.

But she's a little bit dominating.

Really?

Yeah, colours are good. Yes,
I thought you'd like the colours.

No, she brings a little light
to an otherwise dark world.

What do you think, Jean?
Oh, I think she's gorgeous.

That's why I've contacted
the curator of the gallery.

He'll pick her up tomorrow.

I mean, she's far too lovely
to be hidden away here.

You're giving her to the gallery?

I've gifted her.

I mean, she deserves to be seen by
lots of people, don't you think?

My mum used to paint.

Perhaps we could mount a little
plaque beside her in Mum's memory.

What do you think?

Do you think she'd approve?

Oh, she would have loved it.

(Screams)

Cause of death -

a well directed blow
to the windpipe.

Police.

Argh!

This was a very
particular blow.

Ron Jackson.

Mattie said
he's a keen boxer.

Brass coming in from
all over the place

for Anzac Day.

Two soldiers
have buggered off

from the base down
in South Australia.

Oh, we've received

a description
of the two deserters.

Just one now.

But the same
conditions apply.

Maybe they're
not trying

to hide Bert's m*rder?

Maybe they're hiding
something else.

I've got the army
breathing

down my neck
about this deserter.

Weren't there two?

These symptoms
you speak of

could be any number
of complaints.

Right now, you don't
have any of them.

Please, Doctor.

I'm not even sure
you're sick.

(Knocking)

Hello? Where's the body?