04x02 - Golden Years

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "The Doctor Blake Mysteries". Aired: 1 February 2013 – 12 November 2017.*
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Accompanied by haunting memories of his service time in World w*r II, Dr Lucien Blake returns home to Australia after 30 years to take over his deceased father's medical practice.
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04x02 - Golden Years

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Can I have your
attention, please?

We're fortunate to be living
in a time of great progress,

but all too often,

advancement comes at
the expense of our heritage.

My brother and I believe the
past is something to be cherished,

Ballarat's past captured forever

for future generations.

I'm delighted to announce

Council has approved
the site for development.

You used me.

You bloody Fosters
are all the same.

Join us for a drink.

Yeah, I don't want a drink.

Can someone show Mr. Young out?

She used me,
and you all know it.

This is your fault,
isn't it, Foster?

I'm not finished with you.

Get your hands off me.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Young's personal issues

have nothing to do with
this glorious development.

So, please join me in celebrating
something that is truly historic.

I give you the Foster
family's legacy,

Goldrush Park.

Fluids, that's what you need.

You're dehydrated.

Do spirits count?

Only if they're top-shelf.

Always. Well, nearly always.

Now, any existing conditions
or injuries I need to know about?

No, nothing exciting, except
this old w*r wound back here.

And where were you serving?

North Africa, 6th Division.

I was in Singapore.

Oh, you would have
seen some action, then.

We both did, by
the looks of things.

Yes, well, my wife used to say

that I got sh*t
running the wrong way.

Is that right?

She sounds like a
woman of good humor.

She was.

She d*ed nearly two years ago.

I am sorry.

Well, part of the reason
for the move here.

Fresh start and all.

Quite.

Do you, um, have any
family or friends in Ballarat?

Not a soul.

Not yet, anyway.

There are worse
places for a fresh start.

Now, what is it
you do, Mr. Carlyle?

Oh, please, call me Frank.

Frank. What is it you do, Frank?

Oh, sorry, Lucien.

That was the police station.

You're wanted at
the swimming baths.

Right. Thank you, Jean.

Jean, Mr. Frank Carlyle.

Just moved to the area.

Mr. Carlyle.

Pleased to meet you, Jean.

Well, we best get going.

Where?

Oh, the swimming baths.

I'm not sure I
follow you, Frank.

Well, the truth is,

I'm your new chief
superintendent.

Reg Foster.

Yeah. Who's your friend?

Your new boss.

It's Bill Hobart, isn't it?

Frank.

Frank Carlyle?

Yes. Whatever
you've heard, it's a lie.

Unless it's complimentary.

And you must be.

Simmons, sir.

Ah.

I fell in, trying
to get him out.

So, what have we got?

Ah, Reg Foster's a
widower, big into property.

He's on the front page
of the paper this morning.

Found about two hours
ago, by younger brother Noel.

We only got him out to...

Yeah, yeah, to identify him.

It's fine, you did
the right thing.

So.

Where's his brother?

We swam together most mornings.

Was Reg a strong swimmer?

But it helped with his spine.

He had an injury from
when we were young.

It's my fault.

Why would you say that, Noel?

We meet every morning at 6 a.m.,

and I was ten minutes late.

I, I could have saved him.

Noel.

Are these Reg's clothes?

Yeah.

Right.

We'll need to take them to
the morgue with the body.

His watch stopped.

Right.

"To my sons."

There's a lot of
water in his lungs.

Mm.

Anything else?

The spinal injury.

Yes, but anything else?

Evidence of testicular atrophy.

Duly noted.

And what else?

I give up.

His swimming trunks
are on inside out.

Perhaps he dressed in the dark.

There's no external cranial
injuries, I already checked.

Very good.

Alice, would you mind passing
me the magnifying glass?

Hands are full.

Right you are.

Now.

Several tufts of hair missing,

and what appears to be

dried blood
around the follicles.

Could have happened
when they dragged him out.

True.

Bill Hobart can be
somewhat enthusiastic.

What?

This water's not chlorinated.

So our man didn't
drown at the baths?

He was k*lled somewhere
else and moved post-mortem.

Alice is testing the
diatoms as we speak.

Diatoms being?

A microorganism
present in water.

In theory, it's possible to
confirm the drowning site

by finding a match with
the water in his lungs.

Hmm, but only in theory?

Oh, we'd need...

We'd need samples from
every body of water, every tap,

every damn puddle in Ballarat.

Well, best we requisition
some bottles, then.

Yes.

I'll start at the baths, test
the sinks and whatever...

No, no, no.

You're far more
valuable with me.

Get one of these
blokes to do the legwork.

Um, Constable Simmons,
you have an affinity for water?

Dr. Blake here
has a job for you.

We, on the other
hand, will start here,

the last place Reg
was seen alive.

Norma, how long have you
been Mr. Foster's secretary?

Three years.

He was a gentleman.

I don't know why
anyone would hurt him.

Very organized.

Certainly loved a right angle.

He said that's how
he made his fortune,

routine and order.

Were you at the
presentation last night?

No, I'd gone home.

So, you weren't there for
Reg's big announcement?

I wasn't feeling well.

If you'll excuse me.

That reminds me,

we'll need a water
sample from the bathroom.

How's he financing
this Goldrush Park?

The Fosters are, um,

independently wealthy.

Ah.

I'll get a copy of the will,

see who stands to benefit, then.

There's something
not right here, Frank.

Don't mind me.

Rose Anderson, The Courier.

Chief Superintendent Carlyle.

I'm just taking a few snaps
for Reg Foster's obituary.

How did you hear about all this?

Welcome to Ballarat.

No photographs.

I heard he drowned
in the swimming baths.

Is there more to the story?

There is, isn't there?

Miss Anderson, did you take
this photograph last night?

Valerie Foster
called up first thing

to complain about
being cut out of picture.

Reg's wife?

Sister.

I'll need a copy of all
your photographs, if I may.

- Thank you, Miss Ander...
- Why?

What are you investigating?

Is this a homicide?

I'll need you to leave now,
thank you, Miss Anderson.

I will do you a deal.

Give me a statement,

and I'll tell you who
made a kerfuffle last night.

I'll do you a deal.

You tell me everything you know,

and I won't arrest you

for obstructing a
police investigation.

Ah, Mr. Young?

Yes.

Quick word?

Um, yes. Indeed.
Just through here.

Come in.

Look, we just wanted
to have a quick chat

about the death of Reg Foster.

Okay, um.

I couldn't hurt
anyone, look at me.

Reg Foster was
physically impaired.

It wouldn't take much
to do some harm.

And you did thr*aten him last
night in front of a roomful of people.

First of all, I was angry.

And, and maybe
a little plastered.

Why don't you tell us
what he did to you, Lionel?

Valerie Foster
and I were together.

At least, we tried to be.

Reg was possessive.

He wanted his sister to stay
a spinster, at his beck and call.

He insisted that she ended it.

And he thought I wasn't worthy.

Right, she did what he wanted.

Go on.

The Fosters were planning
the Goldrush Park development,

and they wanted someone
from the Council onside.

Valerie asked me to
push the approval through,

said that if I did it,

we would win Reg over.

But it didn't work?

As soon as the park was
approved, she ditched me again.

I know Reg was behind it.

They used me.

I fell for it.

Lionel, where's
your nearest sink?

You certainly have
a way with people.

I have never seen a suspect
offer up his house keys before.

I'll drop you at the morgue

so you can have
someone test that sample.

That sink big enough
to drown in, though?

Well, it only takes a
few inches of water.

Oh, while I'm at Lionel's place,

I might send Bill Hobart
round to the Foster house.

He can question Valerie.

I wouldn't mind joining him.

I've heard this is the
way you like to work.

Which is fine by me.

You keep getting results,

I'll keep letting you
do what you want.

Doc?

Can we get a move on?

Right you are, Bill.

Oh.

Bloody hell.

m*rder?

It appears your brother didn't
drown at the pool, Miss Foster.

Yes, whoever committed the crime

wanted it to look
like an accident.

Valerie,

perhaps you should have a seat.

No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Are you sure about this?

Is it just you and your brother
who live here, Miss Foster?

What about your
younger brother, Noel?

Noel has his own house.

I was only staying here temporarily
when I returned from America.

Reg insisted I stay.

He got lonely.

Right.

When did you last see Reg?

Ah, in his office,
after the party.

I stayed to help him clean up.

He couldn't rest until the
place was completely spotless.

Was there anyone else with you?

Did you return home together?

Yes.

And did you notice anyone
following you at any stage

or anyone loitering
outside the office?

No.

And what time did
you arrive back here?

Around 9:00, 9:30.

Reg stayed up to do some
reading. I went straight to bed.

When I woke up this morning,

I received the
phone call from Noel.

Reg's bed wasn't even slept in.

Valerie, would you mind
terribly if I had a look around?

No.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

What happened here?

The bath has started leaking.

What a nuisance.

Bill, look here.

Just like his office.

That's why it felt so wrong.

Do you recall how Reg's
clothes were left at the pool?

They were just
shoved in the locker.

Yes.

But here, just like his office,

everything is stored and
arranged neatly, impeccably.

So.

Either the k*ller didn't know
Reg very well, which is doubtful,

or they were in a
panic and not thinking.

Valerie.

I couldn't help
but notice that, uh,

snow globe in the living room.

It's a boule a neige.

Yes.

Statue of Liberty, is it yours?

Yes, actually.

It's a souvenir.

I lived in New York
for several years.

Ah.

Wonderful city, New York.

What brought you
back to Ballarat?

The weather.

I'll go have a look at
the other rooms, shall I?

One of yours?

Unlike some, I don't
believe in decorating myself

to impress the opposite sex.

Perfume.

Quite strong.

Mmm, sometimes I think
the woman bathes in it.

And what woman might that be?

I told Reg to stay away from her.
She's nothing but a gold-digger.

But she'd flutter her eyelashes,
and he'd be enchanted all over again.

What woman?

She's a vicious,
bitter old spinster.

She's jealous of me.

She's jealous of anyone
who draws attention from her.

Why didn't you tell us
about the relationship before?

Because it was private.

That's how Reg wanted it.

Reg cared more about his
public image than he did about me.

Did that make you angry?

It made me disappointed.

Why weren't you at
the party last night?

I've already told your boss.

I was ill.

And did you see
Mr. Foster after that?

No.

Did you part on good terms?

Yes, I...

You're lying.

What are you hiding?

Nothing.

You're looking flushed, Norma.

Why don't you sit
down for a minute?

Take a couple of
good breaths, eh?

How long have you
been feeling unwell?

It's the shock.

I'll be fine.

Really?

It's not the shock,
though, is it?

Nausea,

flushes,

slippery pulse?

Old Chinese-medicine technique

for diagnosing pregnancy.

How far gone are you, Norma?

A few months.

Reg Foster's the
father, isn't he?

I told him just
before the party.

And how did he react?

He just went quiet,

and then he told Valerie.

She accused me of trying
to trap him into marriage,

said he'd never
marry the likes of me.

I tried to talk to him, but
she wouldn't let me near him.

She just sent me home.

Don't go anywhere.

We might need to
speak to you again.

A woman scorned, is it?

Bit of a cliche, isn't it?

Norma Emerson is
ambitious and opportunistic.

I wouldn't rule
her out just yet.

And I've requested Reg's
medical records from his GP.

There's something I want to check
before we speak with Norma again.

Hmm, and we didn't find anything
incriminating at Lionel Young's place,

but I managed to get you this.

Excellent.

I'll get that
tested first thing.

Ah, Ned.

Here we go, Doc, got these two.

Oh, Ned, well done.

I've left a few more at
the charge counter as well.

Have them all sent to the
morgue for me, would you?

Ah, and,

there's this,

from the front of
the Foster house.

I hope you didn't
waste a good drop.

Oh, which reminds me, having
a bit of a lock-in with the boys.

First day on the
job and all that.

You'll be joining us?

Yes.

Yes, I, um.

I'll just phone home first.

Right, check with the boss.

Oh, and, um, tell Charlie
Davis to show his face.

Ned tells me that
he lives with you.

I know he's on sick leave,
but I would like to meet him.

Right you are.

To teamwork, and to solving
this Reg Foster business quickly.

- Cheers.
- Hear, hear.

So, Davis?

Ah, yes, he's in Melbourne,
visiting his mother.

I think being stuck in
a house on sick leave

has been driving
him slightly mad.

That's all right,
always next time.

So the wife was okay with you
staying out past your bedtime, then?

Jean's not my wife.

She's...

Well, let's just say she...

She's a great support to me.

I miss that.

Miranda and I were
together nearly 20 years.

Met as teenagers.

Took me a long time
to get my act together.

My one regret was not
marrying her sooner.

Right.

Excuse me, Frank.

Noel?

Mind if I join you?

Tough day, eh?

Do you have anyone who
can help you through this?

Reg and I supported each
other, through everything.

He was five when I was born.

My earliest memory is Reg,

always there,

looking after me, protecting me.

What about your sister, Valerie?

Mm, Valerie.

Are you close to her?

Valerie's always
been independent.

Ah.

She resented us, I
suppose, how close we were.

Reg and I would spend
entire summers together.

In the parklands,
out past Wendouree.

Building forts, playing
soldiers and miners,

panning for gold.

We never found any.

Is that where the inspiration
came from for Goldrush Park?

We just wanted to capture
those golden days, that magic.

Unspoiled parkland,
adventure, history, education.

It would have made
a wonderful legacy.

No reason why it
still can't happen.

No, it's tainted now.

I must get going soon.

I have to make
arrangements for the funeral.

I am sorry, Noel.

Have you got the time?

Yes.

I think it's time
for one last round.

Are you sure about this?

I think so.

Yes.

It's all very sudden, Mattie.

Well, you know that I
love living here, Jean,

but it's a job offer and it's
an amazing opportunity,

and I have to take it.

And to do that.

You have to leave Ballarat.

Oh, it's wonderful news, Mattie.

Are you happy?

I'm a little scared.

And I want you to know that

I'm really happy
for you and Lucien.

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

No, why?

You deserve this.

You both do.

What did Lucien say when
you told him the big news?

You haven't told him.

I don't know.

I don't want to disappoint him.

He'll be fine, Mattie.

Trust me.

Ah. Bacon and eggs?

I expect you need a hearty
breakfast after last night.

I wasn't home that late, was I?

It was after midnight when

someone fell over the
wheelbarrow and woke me up.

Well, I'm sure that wasn't me.

And then dropped
their keys in the hallway.

That may have been me.

Oh, Jean, you make
it all sound so seedy.

Last night was a simple
ceremonial gathering

of the Ballarat Police force
and associated parties.

Oh, and Charlie
just rang, by the way.

He's on a train now.

Apparently, your new
Chief Superintendent's

given him the go-ahead
to go back to work.

I see.

Well, he should be fine,

as long as he's
confined to his desk.

Good luck telling
that to Charlie.

Yes.

Eat.

Now, when did you get
back from Melbourne?

Ah, last night.

I've been spending
some more time there.

So I've heard.

As long as you don't
spend too much time away.

The place feels very
empty without you.

Ah.

These.

These will be perfect.

Jean's making jam.

She's going to need those.

And she'll get them back,

if I don't break them first.

We need to examine the
diatoms in all these samples.

See if we can find a match
with the water in Reg's lungs.

I can think of nothing
better to do with my day.

I've started with the ones
from his house and office.

They're the most likely.

Reg Foster's medical
records arrived.

They're on my desk.

Right.

And his brother Noel's requested
the body be released for burial.

Fine by me.

You'll have to check with
the new Chief Superintendent.

Dr. Harvey.

Speak of the devil.

Miss Foster reported
a break-in this morning.

Various personal effects are missing,
presumed stolen, from Reg's bedroom.

I told you she was
after our money.

That's all she cared about.

I presume you're talking
about Norma Emerson.

Of course, it's her.

Who else would it be?

I want her punished, and
Reg's possessions recovered.

Senior Sergeant Hobart?

Would you mind escorting
Miss Foster downstairs?

I don't need an escort.

What was taken?

Antique fob watch,

their deceased father's
diamond cufflinks,

several gold tiepins.

How did they get in?

There's no sign of forced entry.

Valerie says she
heard an intruder.

She believes that Norma
Emerson was given a key by Reg

so she could pay him the
occasional late-night visit.

Right.

I see.

Well, we know she needs the
money, what with the child on the way,

and she did have
it in for Valerie.

Yes, I'll talk to her.

Hobart can check the
jewelry in pawn shops,

see if anything turns up.

Frank?

I'd be happy to go on ahead
to the jewelers', if you like.

My, um.

My watch needs repairing.

Yes, I'm...

I'm afraid I managed to get some
water in the mechanism yesterday,

and of course, it stopped.

I'll take a look.

As long as nothing
rusted, you should be fine.

Ah, thank you, Sam.

There was something else, um.

I'd like to have the
size of this ring adjusted

to match this one.

Oh.

This is beautiful workmanship.

Yes, it's very precious to me.

I'll take extra care of it.

Much appreciated.

Sam, tell me, do you purchase
second-hand jewelry, by any chance?

If it's good quality.

Have you bought anything
in the last, say, 24 hours?

I'll check the logbook.

Thank you so much.

Norma Emerson hasn't
shown up to work this morning.

Ah.

And she's not at home either.

You checked the pawn shop?

Nothing.

Any luck here?

He's just checking now.

Sam won't be a moment.

Now, let me see.

Oi. Bloody hell.

Stick with him, Bill.

Stop. Police.

Get off me, you bloody mongrel.

What a surprise.

Ah.

Fob watch.

Cufflinks.

Tiepins.

Reg's, I'd say.

What's your name?

None of your bloody business.

Next time, I'll put you
through the window.

What's your name?

Murray Butcher.

He's a local laborer.

We've seen him
before for as*ault,

disturbing the
peace and vandalism.

Right, what's his relationship
with Norma Emerson?

We're not sure, sir.

Well, I think I might be able
to shed some light on that.

What do you have there?

Reg Foster's medical history.

Confirms my suspicions.

Chief Superintendent. I
came as soon as I could.

Ah, Miss Foster, yes, thank you.

Just wondering if you wouldn't
mind taking a look at these.

That's Reg's property.

It was her, wasn't it?

The gold-digger secretary.

We have Norma Emerson
and an associate in custody.

They'll be questioned shortly.

A man by the name
of Murray Butcher.

You heard of him?

Bill, would you check
on Miss Emerson?

Make sure she's got
some tea and biscuits.

I thought this was a
police station, not a hotel.

Miss Emerson's pregnant.

So she claims.

Have you actually checked?

She's liable to be
making the whole thing up.

Well, if the Doc
says she's pregnant,

I'll take his word for it.

She's claiming the baby's Reg's.

But you and I both know that's
not possible, don't we, Valerie?

Testicular

atrophy,

a side effect of mumps.

Something Reg contracted
when he was a child.

He was infertile.

I won't ask you again, Murray.

Sit down.

I'm not talking till I
know Norma's okay.

All right?

Last chance.

Did you have a grudge
against Mr. Foster?

Is that why you stole from him?

Miss Emerson, if you don't
speak up, you'll be charged.

I didn't hurt Reg.

Well, why should we
take your word for it?

You've already lied
about your baby's father.

Yes.

Reg Foster couldn't
have children.

Murray Butcher is the
father of your baby, isn't he?

Norma's obviously
important to you.

I promise you that
she'll be well looked after.

In fact, we've even got a
doctor with her right now.

So, you can do me a favor.

Tell me why you were trying to

sell Mr. Foster's
stolen jewelry.

Norma deserved it.

Compensation.

Right.

For what?

Putting up with
a boss like that.

He wouldn't leave
her alone, mate.

Kept trying it on.

Hm.

As if she'd be interested
in someone like him.

You wanted to get your
hands on his money.

It wasn't just money,
though, was it?

You wanted respect,
being on Reg Foster's arm.

Goodness me.

That would have given you
the status you've longed for.

That cow Valerie
was right all along.

He was never serious about me.

I was just a trinket.

He'd never share
his life with me.

The pregnancy was your

last-ditch attempt to
change that, wasn't it?

I'd have given him the
best years of his life.

Yeah, that's right.

That's her perfume
on Reg's pillow.

You see, Norma told Reg
that your baby was his.

Why would she do that?

She wanted more than
you could offer, clearly.

But do you really think
she's worth your loyalty?

Was the break-in
her idea or yours?

Did you go in together?

I kept lookout while
she went upstairs.

And you were skipping
town today, was that the plan?

She wanted us to start
a new life, together.

So you had no idea about
her relationship with Reg?

She called him a dirty old man.

We used to laugh about him.

What, why?

Is she laughing at me, too?

She's a piece of work.

Yes.

Do we have water
samples from their houses?

Yeah, Ned's collecting one
from Butcher's place right now.

Good.

Is she in there?

Norma, Norma.

- Easy.
- All right.

Cuffs.

You all right?

Yeah.

If we find a match with
the water, I'll let you know.

Also, if you're holding Norma overnight,
let's at least make her comfortable, eh?

Good afternoon.

Ah, Miss Anderson.

Photographs.

Wonderful, let's
have a look, eh?

You certainly
have quite the eye.

So, can I have a statement?

I've been doing some
research on you, Miss Anderson.

I really do enjoy

your horoscopes.

Why so evasive, Superintendent?

Well, you may be
Matthew Lawson's niece,

but you're still a
very junior reporter.

Why are you so
interested in this case?

What are you implying?

Nothing, I'm just curious.

It might turn some heads at
the paper, help me prove myself.

I'll give you a
statement, exclusively.

- Really?
- Yes.

Once the case is
closed, not before.

And thank you for these.

Now, this was the last one?

From Lake Wendouree.

And you're quite sure
none of them are a match?

See for yourself, I've
checked them twice.

Yes?

- Dr. Blake?
- Ned, come in.

This is from Murray
Butcher's place.

Ah, thank you.

Now, this is from the
house of a suspect

we currently have in custody.

Let's keep our bloody
fingers crossed, shall we?

Thank you, Alice.

Now, with a bit of luck.

No, they're not a match.

- Lucien?
- Mmm?

My engagement ring.

What about it?

Well, I was clearing
out my jewelry box,

and it's vanished.

Oh, the old one.

I've only got one,
and I can't find it.

I'm sure it'll turn up.

Oh, that's a lot of help.

Oh, what's going to happen
to their park development now?

I'm not sure.

Jean, these photographs, do
you notice anything unusual?

No, do you?

Yes, something. I just
can't quite put my finger on it.

Be a shame if the
park falls through.

Sounded like Reg was doing
something really worthwhile.

The park.

Be nice to have something
new to do on the weekends.

Jean, this photo here.

Yes, this one.

Now, this creek,
this little stream,

does it already exist?

No, not the way
they show it here.

Oh.

Well, there was a stream
at the back of the plot.

Yes?

I used to pick blackberries
there when I was a girl.

Well, maybe they're
planning on redirecting it.

You are a gem.

Oh, Mattie, I didn't
see you there.

Lucien, I needed
to talk to you about...

I am so sorry.

I'm right in the
middle of something.

Of course.

What kept you?

I checked the
ordnance survey map.

What about you?

I spoke to Jean.

So, will you do the
honors or shall I?

So, what's that
thing telling us?

Well, this.

Here, have a look.

This slide is the water sample
we just took from the stream.

Right.

Now, bear with me one second.

This one is the water we found
in Reg's lungs, have a look at that.

Well, they look the same to me.

Exactly.

Reg Foster was
drowned in that stream.

Which was Council land.

You had motive,

you threatened the victim,

plus you have a professional
connection to the m*rder site.

Lionel.

Look at me.

Start telling me
what you know, now.

I'll be ruined.

You're a sensitive man.

I can see that.

Whatever's happened
is obviously taking its toll.

Don't you want to
get that off your chest?

- Lionel?
- All right, all right.

After I left the Fosters'
offices that night,

I got a phone call from Reg.

He said he had money for
me if I stopped causing trouble.

So he offered you a bribe?

He wanted to pay me
to stop hassling Valerie

and to keep my mouth shut

about pushing the
Council approval through.

Hm, what did you say?

I told him to up the offer.

Did he?

He told me to meet him
at the development site.

So you went?

Yeah, just after 10.

Got out of my car.

I walked over.

And I took the money.

I've never taken a
bribe before, I swear.

Please don't tell the Council.

I didn't even spend the money.

I didn't know
what to do with it.

I was just angry.

Lionel.

Are you saying Reg Foster was
alive the last time you saw him?

Yes, I got in my car
and I saw them leave.

Them?

You lied to us.

You did see Reg after the party.

What happened with Lionel was
a private business transaction,

that had no bearing
on your investigation.

Well, that transaction
puts you with Reg,

near the site of the m*rder,

and confirms you were probably
the last person to see him alive.

I have nothing else to hide.

Tell us about the
councilman, Lionel.

It suited my purposes to make
him think we were involved.

So it was your idea
to pay off Lionel?

Everything was my idea.

Did I get the credit for it? No.

Mm.

You're talking about
the park development.

Reg had no vision.

He would have been
happy with a rotunda.

I gave it scale and ambition.

There's a theme
park in California.

That's where the inspiration
came from, not from Reg.

He stood up at that party,

taking all the glory.

Barely even mentioned me.

It was all about the brothers.

It was always
about the brothers.

You struck gold.

Yes, I think I have.

The only reason I exist is because
my father wanted a second son.

I was only ever
a disappointment.

If you resented your brothers,

why would you
come back and help?

I didn't come back to help.

Charlie, Reg Foster's secretary,

is she still in custody?

Yeah, she's being
charged this morning.

I need her office keys.

What for?

A theory.

Ah, let's hear it, then.

Ah, Frank.

The Foster house and
offices, thoroughly searched?

Yes, of course they were. Why?

Look here.

I found that in the stream.

It matches the lettering on
the Goldrush Park model,

except the model's intact.

How is that possible?

In my opinion, there's
a second model.

So, where is it?

Reg Foster's car,

where is it?

Oh, it's out the back.

We impounded it since
we found it at the pool.

Miss Foster, tell us, why
is there a second diorama?

That's the development
as I envisaged it.

Open spaces and
history lectures?

Families today need escapism.

They want to forget their
troubles and have fun.

What did Reg think about that?

When I showed him how successful

amusement parks were
in America, he agreed.

He was completely on board.

Then why sell this version
to the press and the public?

We knew we'd
meet with resistance.

We wanted to start work before

we publicly announced
the revisions.

And who knew about this plan?

Just us.

The Foster family?

No, Reg and me.

Well, why wasn't Noel involved?

Reg wanted to tell him,
but I insisted we wait.

Noel's no visionary.

He wanted the park to reflect
the way things used to be,

40 years ago.

All he ever wants to
do is live in the past.

The funeral's tomorrow.

Just wanted to

be with him.

One last night together,
like the old days.

They mean everything
to you, don't they,

those golden days?

There's no harm
in sentimentality.

There is when it ends like this.

What time is it, Noel?

I'm not sure.

You asked me that very
question in the pub that night,

which was odd, because you
own a watch identical to Reg's.

For someone so
attached to the past,

it seems strange you're
no longer wearing it.

Your watch
stopped too, didn't it?

And you were going to bury
both watches with your brother.

I don't know what you mean.

Ah, Noel.

You can bury the evidence,

it won't relieve the guilt.

He told you the truth
about the park, didn't he?

He,

he telephoned me.

He said, uh.

He said he wanted to meet
me down by the stream.

He had something to show me.

The second diorama.

He said he felt guilty.

He insisted it was Valerie's
idea, but he wanted it.

He agreed with her.

I tried to talk sense into him

but he just wouldn't
change his mind.

And we fought, and I lashed out.

The best years of our lives,
razed to the ground for what?

For this cheap, gaudy
funfair, for more money.

How could that be our legacy?

The tree was the
final straw, wasn't it?

40 years of memories,

and he was going
to knock it down,

like it was nothing.

Next thing I knew, I was
holding his head under water.

I was angry.

I was just so angry,

And I wanted to shake
some sense into him.

Then he stopped moving.

So you took him to the pool.

You changed him.

You put him in the water.

You left some fresh clothes
from his car in the locker,

but you didn't fold them
like Reg would have.

I walked all the way back
to the park to collect the car.

I can barely even
remember doing it.

Part of me hoped that
it was just a bad dream,

that he wouldn't
be there, and then.

I saw him.

And realized what I'd
done to my own brother.

You'll have to come
with us now, Mr. Foster.

Jean.

They're mine, Lucien.

It was never really the right
moment, and now I'm going.

You're leaving Ballarat?

For work,

for an amazing job.

Well, that's wonderful
news, Mattie.

And of course, Melbourne's
only a train ride away.

Well, actually.

It's in London.

I have a placement
at St. Bart's.

You always spoke so highly of it,
and I've always dreamt of working there.

Right.

Well, they're very
lucky to have you.

I don't want to go.

I never thought I
would leave this place.

We have to follow
our hearts, don't we?

I'm going to miss you, you know.

We're ever so proud of you.

We'll always be
proud of you, Mattie.

Come here.

Ah.

All right then, off you go.

Lucien.

Dinner's on the table.

Ah, lovely.

Thank you, Jean.

Do you think
she'll be all right?

Yes. Yes, she'll be fine.

She's...

She's got a big heart
and even bigger dreams.

I wonder who she
picked that up from.

Oh, I found that ring.

It was on the floor,

near the dresser.

Oh.

That is a relief.
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