03x06 - Women and Children

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We're nearly there.
Just hang on, Miss.

I can't.

You have been so brave.

It's just a few more minutes.

Oh, please, help me.

Why'd it take so
long, Mr Kennedy?

There was a herd of
cattle across the highway.

- Where to, Mr Beaufort?
- The anesthetist

- is still getting here.
- Well, she needs surgery. Where to?

Straight through.
Clear theater four.

Nurse Lambert's prepping.
Be careful, Mr Kennedy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

For God's sake, Miss Lambert,
what the hell are you doing?

Lucien, is that you?

Where have you been?

The phone's been
ringing and... Is that grass?

Oh, probably.

The Chief Superintendent called.

- You're needed at the hospital.
- Really? Any patients?

Nothing that can't be postponed.

- If I'd known where you'd been...
- For what?

Christopher called.

A baby girl.

Amelia Jean Beazley,
after the grandmothers.

Of course. Jean.

A difficult labor, but the mother's
as well as can be expected.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Yes, well, I... I should go.

Yes, you should.

That's wonderful news.

Mr Beaufort, thank you.

Blake.

The body was discovered
at six o'clock this morning

by the theater matron.

What are we looking at?

Well, catastrophic blood loss.

Right.

And some care
was taken with the...

laying out of the body, but...

This...

Quite extraordinary.

- They've collected his blood.
- Why?

That's a good question.

You'll perform an autopsy?

- Of course.
- Good. I'll observe.

Why?

I'd like to see
what it is you do.

Two incisions, both
carotids severed.

I tell you, whoever did this
certainly knew their anatomy.

- What's he doing here?
- God only knows. Ignore him.

Now look, there's a particular mark
at the outer edge of each incision.

Some shallow cuts,
scratches on the skin.

Now I used to see
that very same marker

before you convinced me to use
disposable scalpels in autopsy.

Fixed blade scalpels were
phased out months ago.

Yes, well, someone
still has access to them.

No defensive injuries.

No sign of any struggle.

- So...?
- So...

if you're wanting to make
very accurate incisions,

you don't want the victim
moving around, do you?

Tranquilizers, perhaps?

I'll analyze the bloods later.

Why not now?

Because we have
a process we follow.

Belt mark around the waist.
Probably wore his trousers too tight.

And...

I think Doctor Orton may
have had... shall we say,

relations before he d*ed.
There's evidence of...

- Sometimes happens at death.
- Yes.

But there's the presence of
other pubic hair. Definitely not his.

His wife?

Apparently Doctor
Orton was separated.

You have much to
do with him, Alice?

He was a capable surgeon.

Doctor Orton always came
in early to prep for theater.

That was just his way.

- Did you talk to him this morning?
- No.

Did you have much to
do with Doctor Orton?

- No.
- Right.

Excuse me.

You're the theater matron, is
that right, Miss... Miss Lambert?

Glenda Lambert, Doctor.

You and Doctor Orton worked
together quite closely then?

Well, no more than
the other surgeons.

Well, in my experience, theater
nurses know their surgeon

almost better than
their own families.

- He was married, wasn't he?
- He'd been separated,

for several months now.

So you knew him quite well.

Tell me this, Miss Lambert,
was he seeing someone?

Well, he was a very
attractive man. Successful.

Everyone loves a surgeon.

As a matter of fact, we
know someone did just that,

not long before he d*ed.

Was that you?

Take her up for interview,
Davis. I'll meet you up there.

- I might sit in.
- You'll finish that report.

Right this way.

Ah, Chief Superintendent.

- I'll have that.
- That might not be finished.

You realize this could only have
been done by a medical practitioner?

Access to the hospital,
sufficient skill with a scalpel?

If it's covered in your
report, I can read it.

Anything else?

Yes.

The laying out of the body
and the collection of the blood.

Very specific, and
really rather cruel.

Thank you, Doctor.
We'll take it from here.

What did she say?

She came in early, about 4 a.m.

And no-one can vouch for
her at the time of the m*rder.

The hospital checked the
waste bins in the theater.

There was an extra set of
greens which was covered in blood.

From the arterial spray.

- Anything else I should know?
- I don't think so.

Davis.

A word?

Yes, boss.

That'll be all, Doctor.

Close the door.

Have you noticed how much
of our time is spent clearing up

the doctor's mistakes?

I thought the doctor had
a pretty good track record.

He's had his uses.

Until now.

You know he has a
daughter in Communist China.

He visited her recently.

As a result...

he's come to the attention
of a couple of departments.

Do they suspect him
of anything in particular?

I can't say.

Classified information.

Your doctor seems to
have very loyal friends.

Unfortunately, they may end
up getting hurt because of it.

Maybe that's his weakness.

He's not my doctor, sir.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'd hate for his lack of character
to end your career as well.

That's all, Sergeant.

Paging Mrs Nicholson.

Mrs Nicholson, you
are required in surgery.

The old registrar's off with TB

so Orton's been working
double shifts to make up for it.

Right. So he was spending
a lot of time here, then?

He hardly went home.

Right.

And I understand Glenda
Lambert has a good reputation?

You don't think so?

- Well, you're not her administrator.
- Ahh.

- Bit of grief, ey?
- I could tell you some things.

She had a bit of
a thing for Orton.

Made life difficult at home.

Difficult for Miss Lambert?

- No, for Orton.
- Ahh.

She embarrassed herself,
so I had to discipline her.

Silly woman.

I see.

And I gather Orton was
separated from his wife?

You can thank Miss
Lambert for that.

That's the trouble with
nurses. Take it all too seriously.

Oh, this could be trouble.

- Who's that?
- Orton's wife.

Thank you, Doctor Harvey.

You ready, Mrs Orton?

The children have been...

asking if it's true.

I can tell them now.

You'll be wanting his things?

Please.

We'll be keeping his
clothes for further testing.

- Of course.
- Sign here, please.

Mrs Orton, you have our
most sincere condolences.

Alice, the woman's
just lost her husband.

So I gathered.

Smell the collar.

- Sweet smelling.
- Mm.

- But it's not perfume.
- No.

Halothane.

They used anesthetic.

She was one of his
sluts, wasn't she?

Mrs Orton...

She was, and now she's in
there with his body. It's disgusting.

Mrs Orton, whatever
you've heard,

I can tell you Doctor
Harvey wasn't involved.

Oh, so you know
about it, do you?

You're all the same.

- You think you can do as you like.
- Who?

Doctors!

Mrs Orton, you were
a nurse, weren't you?

That doesn't mean I can
be just thrown away like that.

Of course it doesn't, of course.

Tell me, how did you
meet your husband?

I was working in theater.

Right.

I hate to ask you...

where were you this morning
between 4:00 and 6:00 a.m.?

I was at home,

with the children my
husband has abandoned.

Good day, doctor.

Enjoying the sights, are we?

Nurses.

Only good thing about hospitals.

Who is it, Doug?

Doctor Blake, Clarrie.

- Thomas!
- No, not Thomas. Lucien. Tom's son.

Thomas. How good to see you.

And you, Clarrie.

You mind if I have a word
with the doctor, Clarrie?

No, no.

So, what's this
about the surgeon?

Ah. The Superintendent's
keeping me well out of it, of course.

Well, he's not stupid, then.

You want to talk to
Ron Caxton, I suppose.

Caxton the vet.

Nurses said you were looking
for someone with medical skills.

Yes. Why Caxton?

Caxton was a patient
on Clarrie's ward.

Refused to let Orton operate.

Walked out.

Told him he'd k*ll him if he
ever came near him again.

Rather extreme.

Thank you, Doug.

Never get old, Lucien.

Not worth it.

Mr Caxton?

Hello?

Bloody hell! Oh!

- What the hell are you...
- I told him.

Someone walks onto this land
again, I will blow their brains out.

I'm Dr Lucien Blake,
Police Surgeon.

Would you mind terribly just
getting the shotgun out of my face?

You're with the police?

Yes! sh**ting me would
be a really bad idea.

Thank you, Mr Caxton.

Ron.

Now tell me, who were
you talking about before?

Over there.

And who's that?

Orton.

Prick.

He's your neighbor.
You're at odds.

Neighbor!

The bastard m*rder*d my wife.

He butchered her, right
there on the operating table.

- Now you tell him...
- Orton is dead.

And you threatened to k*ll him
if he ever came near you again.

- What's that got to do with anything?
- Rather a lot, I'm afraid.

What did Caxton say?

Well, look, he's obviously
harbored a grudge against Orton.

Yes.

What kind of
anesthetic does he use?

Oh, Doc!

Thiopental.

Chloral hydrate, and...

yeah, Halothane.

Scalpels?

Look, all fixed blades.

Can anyone vouch for his
whereabouts this morning?

You should go.

Thanks for calling it in, Doc!

Right.

- I'll see you for dinner, Charlie.
- Great.

You should get that
hernia seen to, Ron.

When I can be bothered.

Mr Caxton, I just need to ask a
few more questions, if that's all right?

Yes, it is.

Doctor Orton?

I thought he was arrogant.

Typical surgeon.

I studied surgery.

- Exactly.
- Ha-ha.

Charlie, I'd also be
looking at the wife.

You know, bitter
about the separation.

And she's an ex-nurse.

Mm? That makes
her guilty, does it?

No!

Facility with a scalpel.

Also, Charlie, it'd be worth
looking into whether or not

she had access to Halothane.

You might want to be careful.

Not just go around
talking to everyone.

Boss's orders, is it?

I'll tell you this.

That theater matron
rather fancied the man.

According to?

According to Beaufort,
the Administrator.

You know he wanted
to be a surgeon?

He unraveled in emergency
and they kicked him upstairs.

Thwarted ambition, perhaps?

Well, he certainly takes
it out on the nurses.

He thinks we're
an inferior species.

Mattie, do you think you could
have a chat to a couple of the nurses?

- You know, just ask the odd question?
- Doc.

What, Charlie?

- Congratulations, Mrs Beazley.
- Thank you, Charlie.

Her grand-daughter.

Yes, of course. I... I
completely forgot. Terrific news.

And a really lovely dinner,
Jean. Wonderful potatoes.

Charlie made them.

To Amelia Jean Beazley.

You hardly talked at dinner.

Rubbish. I said several
things to annoy you.

Well, perhaps I had
other things on my mind.

Namely?

Christopher's wife's
not coping very well,

and he's asked me to go to
Adelaide to help look after the baby.

It's impossible, of course.

What do you want to do?

Well, Christopher needs me.

No, but what do you want?

They live on a base. I'd
have to find somewhere to live.

I'd need to get a loan.

- I'm sure Lucien would help you.
- No, I can't bother him.

I've got an appointment
with the bank tomorrow.

Let's see what they have to say.

So you've made up your mind?

No, not yet.

Just make sure you
do what you want.

Thank you, Mattie.
It's easy to say.

No-one's seen May
Orton since she married.

But they had a lot to say
about Malcolm Beaufort.

Malcolm?

Can I have a word?

Now...

you mentioned Miss
Lambert made things difficult.

It happens with nurses.

They forget their places
in the scheme of things.

She's an attractive girl.

Orton obviously
fancied a bit of it.

Yes.

That's what she's
here for, after all.

Absolutely.

She's staying in the
sweetie shop after all.

The nurses' quarters.

All the doctors get
to have a bit of a dip.

Don't tell me you don't.

No, no, I don't.

- I'm guessing you don't either.
- I did my medical training...

Yes, and then you
lost a patient in A & E

and then you lost your nerve.

Tell me this. You ever try
it on with Miss Lambert?

I mean, don't get me wrong.

She's a very attractive
girl. I wouldn't blame you.

And she's at the...

sweetie shop, so
she's fair game.

Did you try it on with her?

I think I'd like you to leave.

See, I've been asking
around, Malcolm.

Seems you rather
fancied Miss Lambert.

And The Snake had
obviously grown tired of her.

That's what you called
Orton, The Snake,

because he had you kicked into
admin and you resented him for it.

Get out.

It must have irked you.

The Snake getting to have a dip,

and nothing for you.

Tell me,

any non-medical staff
with access to Halothane

other than you, Malcolm?

Gosh, I didn't think so.

Lucien?

- Lucien?
- Yes.

There's a number of messages
for you but if that's too much...

I'm sorry.

Jean, I'm... I'm in a bad mood.

What is it?

Agnes Clasby rang
about her blood pressure,

those test results that
you wanted are back,

and the Department
of Health called.

Your request for an exhumation
has been turned down.

Right.

Your mother? Is
that really necessary?

Jean, I have...

questions concerning her death.

- I didn't know.
- Well, I don't tell you everything.

- Right.
- Forgive me.

It's just...

I have a nagging doubt.

Not everything's
about m*rder, Lucien.

But that's not for
me to say, is it?

There's a letter in
the kitchen for you.

Ah!

- Am I glad to see you.
- Did you know anything about this?

I don't know what it is.

My daughter, Charlie, remember?

The one you were asking about

when you were convinced I
was spying for the Chinese.

What are you talking about?

I sent her letter after letter.

I sent money. None of it
got through. Did you know?

Did you know?

God, Charlie.

You knew.

She thinks I've abandoned her
again, and I promised I would never...

It's the boss.

- The what?
- The boss.

Your name came
up on a watch list.

- What's that got to do with Munro?
- Well, he's onto it.

- He told me.
- When?

Yesterday.

Let me read you
something, Charlie.

"To my esteemed father,

it's been months
since you last wrote.

I begged you,
begged you for help...

but I don't hear a thing.

I sent letter after letter.

Why are you silent?

Why are you punishing me?"

Lucien...

I'm sorry.

Where is your...

boss, Charlie?

He's in his office, talking
to Malcolm Beaufort,

who's making an
official complaint.

He's trying to force
me out, isn't he?

He said that you've
got loyal friends.

And that that's your weakness.

Really?

That sounds like a thr*at.

And I'm included.

Hey. Hey, you can't
just barge in on him.

Oh, hello again, Malcolm.
Superintendent, a word?

We've been working
on the preconception

that Glenda Lambert was the
last person to see Orton alive.

On whose say so?

Well, you know. It
was Malcolm Beaufort's.

Whose advances toward
Miss Lambert were turned down,

but let's not forget he held
a grudge against Orton.

So, if we're doing our job properly,
we should question the man further.

I'll decide that.

Really? Well, according to
the list of my official duties,

I am required to use all
areas of specialist expertise,

in this case, experience with
hospital staffing and procedure

to assist you with
your investigation.

So, I recommend...

Beaufort be questioned further.

Thank you, doctor.

That seems to be in order.

Anything else?

Yes. You have a problem, you
deal with me. Understood? Good.

Ah, Malcolm, missing
out again, are you?

The bank refused my loan.

Why?

Apparently, no-one
will lend me money

without a male to go guarantor.

Doesn't have to be
anyone in particular.

- Any male will do.
- Can you get around it?

No, I've tried.

Would you like me
to ask my father?

Thank you, Mattie, but I
hardly know him. I can't do that.

Would you ask Lucien?

Ohh.

It just makes me
feel so useless.

Doc.

Doc.

I expected better
from you, Charlie.

- Lucien!
- Jean, can't it wait?

No, it can't.

- Ron!
- About time.

- What the hell's happened?
- I had a fall.

He's running a
temperature and it's rising.

Right. In your veterinary practice,
an animal presents like this,

what would your diagnosis be?

Intestinal blockage.

And how would you treat it?

I'd put it down.

What am I supposed to do?

This man needs an operation.

And I don't have a surgeon.

Hang on, hang on.

Is this about what
happened earlier?

No. You'll just have to wait
till tomorrow at the earliest.

- Then we transfer him to Melbourne.
- We can't do that.

- Do your job!
- Don't you lecture me, Mr Kennedy.

- Mr Kennedy!
- You've got a surgeon.

This man here.

- I saw his qualifications.
- Now, Ron...

If it was an animal, would
you wait until tomorrow?

Move him.

Who'll assist you?

You will.

Please, don't go.

Don't go. Please, don't go.

Ron.

Ron, I assure you it's a very
straightforward procedure.

That's what they
said about my Alma.

You did everything you could
to look after her, didn't you?

- That's what matters.
- But I've done some shameful things.

Doctor?

Yes?

Ah, thank you, Glenda.

Right, Malcolm.

Are you ready?

Mm-hm.

Listen, my last operation,
sadly, I lost the patient.

That makes two of us, all right?

Malcolm.

That's it. Come
on. Deep breaths.

- Deep breaths.
- I can't.

- I can't! No.
- Malcolm.

All right, Glenda.

We'll proceed.

Doctor?

Come to see if he's all right?

You too?

Glenda, I'm sorry if I...

made things difficult
for you yesterday.

I understand.

It's a cliche, isn't it?

Doctors and nurses.

Yes. But not a surprise.

He said that he admired my work.

I was flattered.

You were in love
with him, weren't you?

Yes.

Did he love you?

No.

I started to dream
about having his children.

I thought I was
past all of that.

I'm such a fool.

We're never past all of that.

It's different for men.

I mean, at least Mrs
Orton had children.

Someone told her.
She came to see me.

What did she say?

She said that she was
going to get her own back.

She's playing you, Blake.
The way she plays everyone.

Yes. Yes, I understand the
hospital board is concerned.

I'll get your number,
and give you a call back.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Listen, Glenda Lambert
reported a thr*at

made against her by
Orton's wife. Now...

- I'm wondering if there's a history...
- Doc!

The boss wants...

Doctor. About time.

There's an interview
I'd like you to sit in on.

Yesterday morning,
you and Doctor Blake

performed an autopsy
on Doctor Gareth Orton.

Yesterday afternoon,

you accompanied Mrs
May Orton to the morgue

for the purposes of identification of
her deceased ex-husband, correct?

Yes.

Did you speak to
Mrs Orton last night...

She contacted me.
She threatened me.

And inform her that her
ex-husband had been, quote,

having sexual relations with
his theater matron, unquote?

Doctor Harvey?

Yes.

Did you also inform her that he had
made advances to numerous women

in the hospital during the
period of their marriage...

one of whom was you?

Yes.

Did you also tell her
that your official complaint

had been thrown out...

and that the hospital had started
disciplinary action against you

as a result?

No.

Were you aware that the divulging
of any details of an investigation

to a member of the public
is a prosecutable offense?

She was his wife.

- Answer the question.
- Please!

- Superintendent...
- Not now!

Yes, now.

We'll resume shortly.

What are you doing?

Interviewing a member of the public
with reference to a particular case.

- You know what I'm asking.
- And I've answered your question.

Doctor Harvey is a
skilled colleague of mine...

She is a secretive woman
whose lack of discretion

may have jeopardized
a police investigation.

She told that woman the
truth about her husband!

And you didn't know, did you?

You didn't know she'd made a
malicious complaint against Orton,

- and that Beaufort...
- Oh, come on, he has an agenda!

That Beaufort had carpeted
her. You did not know.

So not only has she leaked
details of a current investigation,

she is a credible suspect with means
and motive for the m*rder herself.

Come on. You can't
honestly believe that.

It is not a question of
what I believe, doctor.

She was on a final
warning at that hospital.

At least until now.

Ah, William.

This isn't about Doctor
Harvey, is it? This is about me.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Target those close to me.

Loyal friends. That's
what you're doing, isn't it?

What is it you want?

What I've always wanted.

Good policing.

And never interrupt
me in an interview again.

Hobart, show Miss Harvey out.

I'll do that.

One of you.

Wandering hands.

That's how it starts.

They touch you when you're
bending over or they stand too close.

Beaufort said I'd probably missed
my only chance to get one up me.

His words.

He let talk of my complaint
get around the hospital.

Most of the staff
won't speak to me now.

Appalling.

I thought when I
grew up I'd be safe.

I'm going to lose
my job, aren't I?

Not if I can help it.

I'm never been what
they consider pretty.

- Oh, Alice.
- Men have always said that.

- But I'm a good doctor.
- Yes, you are.

I don't deserve this.

No. No, you do not.

Are you all right, Lucien?

No, not really.

Well, that's just typical.

He gropes her, she
complains, and it's her fault.

Then she gets used in some
stupid argument between stupid men.

You've got to prove that
that poor girl's innocent.

- I know.
- Who do you have?

Well...

the theater matron, the wife,
the administrator, and the vet.

Well my money's on the vet.

His wife dies on
the operating table...

You can't always blame
the surgeon, Mattie.

She's just saying, Lucien. What
about that appalling administrator?

Oh, he's a pig.

But he's also a coward.

They all have sufficient motive.

But there's a cruelty
here that I just...

I just don't understand. They...

They collected the blood.

- In a basin, right?
- Yes.

Show us.

All right. Mattie, would
you hop up for me?

- Okay.
- Why don't you do it?

All right.

Just watch those taties.

Hang on a second.

And the basin?

Underneath, on the floor there.

So the blood flowed
down into the basin?

Mm-hm.

Was there much blood?

Well, both carotids severed.

So there was blood everywhere.

Actually, no.

They must have blocked the initial
spray with their hospital greens.

And after that,
gravity did its thing.

And mostly...

it went into the basin.

Because of the way
the body was laid out?

Well, perhaps they
weren't being cruel.

I mean, perhaps they
were just being neat.

Maybe it was a woman.

Bear in mind...

they had to get him
up onto the table.

Well, both the women
were nurses, Lucien.

I mean, we're used
to moving patients.

All right.

They used anesthetic,
very little mess,

and laid the body out...

- almost respectfully.
- What does that tell you?

That I'll never look at that
Kn*fe in the same way again.

- Mattie, I need your assistance.
- Of course.

So I'll just continue
with dinner, shall I?

That'd be lovely.

Now someone walked
into that operating theater

without being noticed.

Well, yes, but a lot of people
work in the hospital at night.

Yes, and our k*ller's
most likely one of them.

In fact, I'd say they're
probably here right now. So...

- you be careful.
- Hey, don't worry about me.

I'll be fine.

All right. Well, good luck.

You too.

- Hey!
- Jesus Christ!

What the hell are you doing?

I'm checking on a patient.
What the hell are you doing?

- You're barely a doctor.
- We're short-staffed.

I haven't had a
break since last night.

Blake?

Why can't I move my arms?

We needed to restrain him.

Why?

He came out of the anesthetic
and he punched a nurse.

Said that he'd k*ll us all.

He hit Nurse Burke.
He split her lip.

Ron, do you
remember any of this?

I'm afraid I do now.

Prior to surgery, you
mentioned to Mr Grant

that you'd done some
shameful things. Now...

What did you mean?

I've always been an
angry man, Lucien.

Alma didn't deserve any of it.

Is that all?

Isn't that enough?

Can I help you?

I'm fine.

Yesterday...

when you first saw Orton,
what were you doing?

Bringing in an emergency.

Was that the only emergency?

No, the ambos brought in a
broken leg an hour and a half earlier.

- The ambos.
- Yes. Why?

Hello there.

- Hello.
- Anything I can help you with?

Ah, no. But thank you.

I haven't seen you here before.

- Don't.
- I'm just being helpful.

- Back off.
- What if I don't want to?

I said, back off!

- Hey, hey.
- Mr Kennedy!

Coming. I'll see
you later then, Miss.

I've told you before, Lachlan.

You don't treat women like that.

Stop it!

Oi! Oi! Get off him!

- He att*cked her. I stopped him.
- Turn around.

- Are you all right? I know.
- Lucien...

Rowley Grant, I'm arresting you
for the m*rder of Gareth Orton.

You don't have to say anything,

but anything you do say may be
taken down and used against you.

Is that understood?

I was helping this nurse.

Same way you were helping Dr
Harvey? Are you right, Mr Kennedy?

Yeah.

Now she said just about
everyone had stopped talking to her

after she'd lodged her
complaint. I noticed you didn't.

Well, she needed looking after.

That's very noble, Mr Grant.

Fixed blade scalpels have
been phased out of the hospital,

but not the ambos.

We found the blade used on
Orton hidden in your ambulance kit.

Now you took very
good care of the body,

tried your best not
to make a mess.

Someone else would
have to clean it up.

Miss.

Mr Grant!

Is it true?

- It is, Miss.
- Please. Wait.

- Dr Harvey, we really need...
- Charlie, it's all right.

You k*lled a man because of me.

That's right.

- Why?
- My father was a bad man, Miss.

He did some terrible
things to my mother.

And I won't let anyone get away
with treating a woman like that.

Where do you think I come from?

- I'm sorry?
- Your childhood was bad. So was mine.

It doesn't excuse anything.
Dr Orton had children.

Who's going to protect them?

Well I was protecting you, Miss.

I haven't needed protecting
since I was 12 years old.

Yeah, you might
think that, Miss.

Thank you, Sergeant.

What do you want?

I want you to drop all
charges against Dr Harvey.

Also, you will insist the
hospital remove all reference

to the disciplinary
action against her,

and, for what it's worth, you
should arrest that Kennedy chap.

He's an absolute arse.

What do I get?

My resignation.
As Police Surgeon.

I need it in writing.

First thing tomorrow, and...
you leave everyone else alone.

Agreed.

Anything else?

Nothing that would make a
difference to someone like you.

You showed me a
painting of hers once.

It was quite good.

Yes. Yes, it was.

You think she was m*rder*d?

Oh, Alice.

To be honest, I'm not sure.

Without exhuming her body,
there's very little we can do.

I can test the soil, look for
trace elements. But... it's unlikely.

- Can we do that at least?
- Of course.

The hospital's re-examining
my complaint against Dr Orton.

Good. I'm glad.

Thank you, Lucien.

My pleasure, Alice.

- Morning.
- Morning. Bubble and squeak?

That'd be lovely.
What's all this then?

It's a loan application. I
need a man to sign for me.

Do you mind?

Certainly.

- Adelaide?
- Mm.

Christopher has asked
me to come there,

to help take care of the baby.

I see.

Are you going to go?

I'm honestly not sure.

Of course.

Ah, it's here and here.

Right.

No, no, no, no, I'll go.

There's the...

Matthew.

I'd heard you'd resigned.

Is it in writing yet?

No.

Good. Because I'm
going to need you.

You going to invite me in?

Yes!