04x03 - Lucky Numbers

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Elizabeth, come on!

Oh, don't forget your lunch.

Oh, good luck.

Here, give me a kiss, thanks.

Bye, Mum!

Mummy!

Mummy?

So, you found Elizabeth
in the kitchen, and then...

Ah, yes, yes, I
did. I was terrified.

To think that this could
happen in my neighborhood.

Right.

- Mrs. Gilmore, you were telling me...
- I was in my backyard.

Mrs. Gilmore, you were telling me
about Elizabeth's mother, a Mrs...

Oh, Judith, yes, Mrs. Chapman.

Her husband's Laurie Chapman. I
presume he's at work at the moment,

although he hardly
needs to work anymore.

Laurie Chapman?

Who won the...

Excuse me for a minute.

Chapman house, Sergeant Davis.

Now, listen up, if you
want to see her alive.

Who is this?

I said listen.

Judith's been kidnapped.

She's gonna be chopped
up unless I get 50,000 quid.

Is Mrs. Chapman
all right? I need...

Shut up!

I'll call at 3:00
with instructions.

Hold on, please!

3:00?

Hello?

It's beautiful, Jean.

- Just wondering, though.
- Hmm?

This little chap here, do
you think he needs repotting?

Hmm, you're getting
quite good at this.

Well, I've learned
from the best.

- Is that right?
- Yes.

And the name of this one is?

Well, of course, yes,
that would be the,

well, that's your typical
garden-variety, velvety-petaled,

spotted hydrangea thing.

I think you should
stick to medicine.

Maybe I should.

I'll get that.

No, no, no, you've
got your hands full.

I'll, um...

Oh, look, look, he's
got a doctor's bag.

Blake?

I knew there was such trouble
when they moved into the area.

- Oh, no.
- I know.

Judith Chapman, wife
of Laurie Chapman.

The Laurie Chapman.

The lottery winner?

The very same.

We're trying to
locate the next of kin.

Right.

50,000 pounds,
that's a lot of money.

Mmm, and this
bloke wants all of it.

Not enough here to suggest
she's dead, I would've thought.

No, there's no
arterial spray pattern.

This suggests more
of a superficial wound.

But this is odd, Frank.

The blood here, it's lying
intact, or complete drops.

In other words, the blood
has landed on the Kn*fe.

You mean after the Kn*fe
was already on the floor?

Exactly, yes.

We'll get it to Dr. Harvey

after you've checked
for prints on it.

Everything still
in place for 3:00?

Yes, sir, I've spoken
to the exchange,

and I'll be there when
the kidnapper calls.

Okay, good, good work.

Elizabeth, in the kitchen,
you didn't cut yourself

on any of those
broken plates, did you?

No, that's good.

I tell you what, you're
being very, very brave.

And I get the feeling you
might be very, very clever, too.

Wouldn't you say so, Frank?

Oh, I think she's very clever.

Yes, so, I need you
to do something for us.

I need you to think.

Have there been any other
unusual telephone calls?

No?

And Mummy hasn't
had any arguments,

perhaps at the shops,
or at your school?

No, sir.

No.

And apart from in the kitchen,

have you seen or noticed
anything unusual, anything at all?

Mrs. Gilmore usually
shouts at me over the fence,

but today she came in.

She said she was coming in to complain
about a stick banging on her fence.

Oh, well, I'm sure your father
will be here very, very soon.

I just want my mum.

It's just over there.

- Thanks, so much.
- Thank you.

Good day, fellas.

Chief Superintendent
Carlyle, this is Dr. Blake.

We're looking for
Laurie Chapman.

Do you know where he is?

Well, he's not in his office?

- No.
- Then no, sorry.

Did he come in today?

He must have gone out.

We'll get him to
call the station.

- Kick her in the guts, mate.
- Sure.

Hang on, hang on, I'm
not done with you two yet.

Laurie's a good
bloke, leave him alone.

Right, back here.

Names now.

Weston, Cliff Weston.

Tom O'Reilly.

What time did Laurie leave?

Laurie's not in any trouble.

This is an urgent family matter.

Now, do either of
you know him well?

I went to school with him.

And we all played
footy with him,

and we worked with him. He
used to be a mechanic here with us.

Right. Do you know
his wife, Judith?

No?

Do you have any idea where he
might be? This really is an emergency.

You could try the
Bendigo office.

That wasn't so hard now, was it?

Grew up on Grimstead Street.

Wrong side of the tracks.

Champion footy
player, played VFL.

Retired due to injury.

Did his knee.

Tough as nails, Laurie Chapman.

Yes, that's great.

Have we had the pleasure
of his company before?

No, sir, not even as a kid.

Moved to this
address a year ago.

What about the neighbor?
She been any more help?

Not really, even after Davis
told her he was a sergeant,

and not just a constable.

Lucien, we may need your
bedside manner on this.

Of course.

What do we know
about her family?

Charlie's tracking down
her mother, Irene Henderson.

And the Kn*fe?

We compared the prints to
samples taken from the house.

All Mrs. Chapman's.

Hello, Ballarat Police.

No one's talking,
no prints, and...

Thanks for calling me back.

Thanks to this bloody rag,
no shortage of suspects.

Hmm, lucky Laurie.

Ballarat's own
Laurie Chapman for...

Oh, for the love of God,
they printed his address!

Anyone in Ballarat
could have done it.

Anyone in the state.

Yeah, the Bendigo office called.

Laurie Chapman didn't go to the
meeting today, he called in sick.

All right, circulate
his rego and detail.

A message for you, doc.

Thank you, Ned.

Wonderful.

A Kn*fe?

Normally at least I
get a body to work with.

Well, let's just be thankful
there isn't a body this time.

I completed the blood
agglutination test, as you asked.

It's type O.

Right, which is very common.

However, Judith is type B.

It might be the
kidnapper's blood.

Yeah, perhaps.

Maybe she stabbed at them.

I found something
else on the blade.

Intracellular protein
structure is, blah-de-blah.

Is cooked?

Well, then, it can't be...

Human, hopefully not.

Oh, the bloody ham.

You sure there's
no other tissue?

Nothing that's not cooked.

Well, Judith definitely drew blood,
so we're looking for someone with...

Scratches, a cut lip.

Yes, but who?

Mrs. Gilmore, how do you do?

Allow me to introduce
myself, I'm Dr. Lucien Blake,

Police Surgeon.

Oh, how lovely to
meet you, Doctor.

Oh, the pleasure's all mine.

Uh, Sergeant Davis
has been telling me

what a wonderful
help you've been.

Oh, I do what I can.

Yes, of course.

Such unpleasant
business for this lovely area.

Well, unpleasant, but, yes.

Yes, not what you'd
be used to around here.

Oh, not in the past, no.

No.

Tell me, how long have
the Chapmans been here?

Well, the Chapmans are not
really of this neighborhood.

Really?

Yes, I mean, Mrs. Chapman
is somewhat common.

And her husband's
an ex-football player.

Yes, fair to say you don't
really like the Chapmans.

Oh, no, I, oh, no,
I wouldn't say that.

But they're trouble.

They attract different types.

Look, just last week, Mrs.
Chapman was arguing out here

with a very
rough-looking fellow.

Brownish hair, unshaven?

Right, do you recall
seeing anyone else,

anyone loitering in the
street causing trouble?

No.

Different type, like I said.

The apple doesn't fall
very far from the tree.

Give me a hug, sweetie.

Don't you worry, Bethy, doll.

Granny's here and
you'll be all right.

Mrs. Henderson, we are
actually waiting on another call, so.

You got everything
you need, love?

- My books.
- Books, here we are.

They're Mommy's.

Oh, anything else, Bethy, dear?

My toothbrush.

Mom calls be Elizabeth.

Oh, I'll get that, it'll
be in the kitchen.

Don't touch anything in there.

We keep our toothbrushes
in the bathroom.

In the bathroom?

Ah, here we are.

Now, which one's yours?

- This one.
- I thought so.

Judith has Addison's disease.

Now, I'm no endocrinologist,

but I do know a
thing or two about it.

The adrenal glands
don't function,

there's a deficiency
of cortisol,

so she needs regular
doses of steroids.

- Otherwise?
- Otherwise she'll die.

How long?

Well, without her
medication, a day, maybe two.

There's a steady decline,
low blood pressure, vomiting,

convulsions, coma, death.

All right, you take the call.

Me?

Yes, well, Addison's disease,

you know what you're talking
about far better than me.

Look, also, the exchange
is gonna trace the call.

Very good.

As long as we don't
hang up at this end.

They'll trace the lines back to his phone
regardless of whether he hangs up or not.

But, I need you to keep him
talking as long as possible.

That way the...

This is Dr. Lucien
Blake, I'm with the police.

I want 50,000 pounds

in two brown paper bags.

Yes, but you need to know

Judith has a condition
called Addison's disease.

What?

And without her
medication, she'll die.

Now, please, just describe
her current condition for me.

No, she's fine. Now, look...

Please listen to me, you need
to get her some prednisone,

that's prednisone.

Look...

Just ask her, she'll tell
you what she needs.

Look, I tell you
what to do, right?

Yes, yes, I understand,

but you really do need to
get her some prednisone

from a chemist, or a hospital...

I'm not doing that.

If you don't do what I say,

I'll tie her down so
she gets chopped up.

Now, you listen to me, if
she dies, there is no money.

Do you understand that?

Now you get the prednisone.

I'm not stupid.

Get the money.

All right, now, look,

Hello?

You there?

Davis just radioed
from the exchange.

It's a local phone box.

All right, go, go!

Very odd.

He didn't say where
to leave the money.

He really has no
idea what he's doing.

Total amateur.

Which makes him
even more dangerous.

Judith?

Who are you?

What do you mean, missing?

I should be out looking
for her. You should be...

Mr. Chapman, I have
my best men out there

searching for her as we speak.

The best thing you can do for us
right now is answer a few questions.

God, my daughter, Elizabeth,
where's my daughter?

- Elizabeth is...
- She's gonna be worried sick.

Currently staying
with her grandmother.

Right.

So can you tell
us where you were

between the hours of
8:00 am and 3:00 today?

I was at work.

Well, no, you weren't.

You see, we've already
been down to the depot.

No, well, I was working,
just not at the depot,

I had a meeting in Bendigo.

Right, was this the meeting
that you called in sick for?

You care to try again?

Mr. Chapman, please,
just tell us where you were,

then we can concentrate on other
leads, and we can find your wife, yes?

I, uh, I was with Dulcie.

Dulcie have a second name?

Young, Dulcie Young.

She's a conductress.

We went to Hepburn for a picnic.

I see.

So you were having an affair,

- and then planning to run off...
- No, no, no, no.

- With the money.
- No, no, I'm not running anywhere, okay?

I don't even have the money.

Really?

You know, that's just to
advertise the lottery, okay?

This doesn't make any sense.

No, you know what
doesn't make sense

is that you just happen to work
directly opposite the phone booth

where the ransom call was made.

You care to explain that?

I think it's best if you accompanied
the Senior Sergeant down to the station.

No, no, no, what about Jude?

Don't worry, we'll keep someone
here just in case there is a call.

We've only had
the phone two days.

- Mr. Weston?
- Yeah, Cliff.

Cliff, we're looking for Dulcie.

Over there.

Dulcie Young?

That's my name,
don't wear it out.

Chief Superintendent
Carlyle, this is Dr. Blake.

We're investigating the
kidnapping of Judith Chapman.

What, you mean Laurie,
uh, Mr. Chapman's wife?

Do you know Judith?

Um, no, I've never met her.

Where were you today
between 8:00 am and 3:00?

Not here, I was rostered
on for the evening shift.

So where were you?

Look, I really
don't have the time,

but we can do this
down the station.

No, no, no, I can't ans...

Dulcie, we're not here to
judge you, or to embarrass you.

We're only interested in
finding Judith, all right?

Now, you need
to tell us the truth.

I suppose he told you?

Or, I suppose he had to?

I was with
Mr. Chapman, with Laurie.

We've slept together.

We're in love.

All right.

Do you happen to have
his home telephone number?

Um, no, but it's written
on his board in the office.

Everybody likes Laurie.

Laurie never sack anyone,
report them, or complain?

No, the only person he
ever complained about

was his mother-in-law.

All considered, Bethy's okay.

Feeling cooped out, but I
thought it best to keep her indoors.

The kids around
here are a bit tougher.

Mrs. Henderson, tell me, do you
have Laurie and Judith's phone?

I've got it written
down, somewhere.

And, have you given that out to
anyone, or have you used it yourself?

No, we don't have a phone,
and I prefer to pop around.

Right.

Since you've been
back in town, anyway.

Tell me, was that before
or after they won the lottery?

Are you suggesting I
kidnapped my own daughter?

Of course not, Mrs. Henderson.

Just trying to
ascertain all the facts.

I better be getting
Bethy something to eat.

Good afternoon.

Mrs. Henderson, if I may.

Did you and Judith
have any disagreements?

What's he been saying now?

Well, we'd very much like
to hear your side of things.

It's only fair.

Jude and I had a tiff
every now and then,

just like every
mother and daughter.

I'm happy she's
risen up in the world,

but you can't forget
where you're from.

I think it's time to get
the press involved.

Do you think that's a good idea?

A public appeal
could really work.

We need all the eyes and
ears we can get on this.

All right, I'll meet you there.

Hey!

Unfortunately, I think it will
be totally out of the question.

Oh, Frank.

No, no, look, we're done here.

I wanted a public appeal,
but the answer's no,

so if you'll excuse me, I
have a missing woman to find.

Tomorrow morning's
layout's almost finished.

Of course we'll help,
Chief Superintendent.

Edward, I was just explaining
that late changes like this

costs us an absolute fortune.

As the new editor of The
Courier I'm fully aware

of the costs involved
in the print process.

Yes, but our compositors...

The press have
a wider social role!

And I imagine the Melbourne
papers are hammering on your door.

Very loudly.

We're hoping to find her
by tonight, but just in case.

You need a contingency plan.

Of course, yes.

Maybe a front page appeal will
give the locals the inside running.

Front page? He didn't
ask for a front page.

Come with me, brief me.

Edward, perhaps you
can mention her illness.

She needs prednisone.

I can spell that for you.

Uh, Rose, get the details
off Blake, thank you.

And, Frank, there
was a potential suspect

outside Irene's
just after you left.

Six foot, stubble,
brownish hair.

Right, I'll get
Charlie onto that.

Edward has lifted profits.

He knows how to
follow up a good story.

Yes, by doing things like printing
the lottery winner's address.

Oh, for God's sake, Blake.

The lottery gives ordinary people
something to aim for, Doctor.

What ordinary people aim
for, and what they can get,

are quite often two
very, very different things.

This is all about greed.

Everyone in their
place, social order.

You sound very
conservative today, Doctor.

Do I?

Not all change is
good, Miss Anderson.

Now, scribble this down for me.

Prednisone.

Simmons.

Yes, all right, Mrs. Thornton.
We will keep that in mind.

Thank you, very much.

What the hell's going on here?

This morning's edition
has ignited a lot of interest.

Mainly people saying
how terrible it is.

Someone claimed
it was the Soviets.

No real leads, as yet.

It says here, "The
Courier is offering a reward

"of 100 pounds to the
first reader with information

"leading to the rescue
of Mrs. Chapman."

Not really what we had in mind.

They'll be organizing
a vigilante group next.

What's going on with
the search parties?

Well, we're finished at
the depot and at the house.

We'll start a sweep
of Perry Park,

all those caravans
next, and then...

Check the pubs, the boarding
houses, any vacant blocks.

And chemists. I want to know if
anyone's asking for Prednisone.

And, also, this chap the doctor
was pursuing at Irene's house.

I saw him outside the Chapman
house yesterday morning.

He fits the description of
someone Mrs. Gilmore described

arguing with Judith, six-foot
tall, unshaven, brownish hair.

What happened with Mrs. Gilmore?

Yeah, she has the phone
number, but she's never used it,

never gave it to anyone.

All right.

All right, everyone, listen up.

Time is running out for Mrs.
Chapman, so let's keep pushing.

We can't just sit back and wait

for this kidnapper to call back.

- Understood?
- Right-o, Chief.

All right.

Laurie Chapman, what about him?

Well, apparently he was
pacing his cell all last night.

Is he still free to go?

Let me check something first.

So according to the
lottery commissioner,

under the rules, the
prize is paid after 30 days.

The paper said they'd
received the money,

and, of course,
there's a photograph.

That was just to promote the next draw,
and Mr. Chapman was happy to play along.

So he was telling the truth?

Yes, well, about that, anyway.

Mr. Chapman, as part
of the release process,

I have to make sure you
haven't sustained any injuries,

no cuts or abrasions?

No. Have you seen Elizabeth?

Yes, she's coping as
well as can be expected.

You're going to pick her up?

The best thing I can do
now is go find her mother.

Of course. Mr. Chapman?

I'm going to have to, um,

have a look at your
medical records.

Just check your blood type.

I have nothing else to hide.

Call Dr. Spencer,
I'll let him know.

Lucien, is that you?

Sorry, Jean, I'm
just passing through.

You didn't come home last night.

No, I'm sorry, Jean.

Honestly, I should
have called you.

It's this kidnapping business.

Yes, I know, I've
seen the paper.

- The poor little girl.
- Yes.

"The victim's
10-year old daughter

was rescued from the scene
by an observant neighbor."

Marjorie Gilmore.

Observant, certainly.

Not exactly caring.

She was Margie
Jones when I knew her.

She married the owner of the
factory where she used to work.

I'd heard that she'd taken
on some airs and graces.

What were you looking for?

Prednisone.

I thought you might need this.

Oh, I don't know
what I'd do without you.

Well, neither do I, but you'd be
doing it wearing yesterday's shirt.

Now the kidnapper
threatened to chop her up.

Where does The Courier
get that kind of data?

Well, Chief Superintendent Carlyle
thinks the press need incentives.

He actually said, tie her down
so she can get chopped up.

Tie her down, now why
would he say it like that?

The phone box.

We've got a phone.

If you don't do what I say,

I'll tie her down so
she gets chopped up.

Are you sure you're okay?

Ah, fine, no concussion.

Hobart says the old
bloke's name was Bluey.

Homeless.

Always hanging around
here watching the trains.

This time he saw
something he shouldn't have.

You sure I can't get
Dr. Harvey for you?

Frank, I'm fine.

Thank you, though.

Looks like he may have
heard some of what you said.

That have helped?

Pain K*llers.

Useless, I'm afraid.

Boss, they found
nothing in the yards.

No witnesses, no tracks.

Well, we'll have to expand the search.
They can't have just disappeared.

Is it true that you
missed Mrs. Chapman?

This is not the time, Miss
Anderson, not the time.

Lucien?

Everything all right?

Jean, been a very
interesting morning.

Poor chap.

He was homeless,
innocent, uninvolved.

If I'd just...

Oh, I nearly had her, Jean.

I, I, I very nearly had her.

You're doing the
best that you can.

Cause of death, asphyxiation.

Airway's been compressed,
so there's damage to the larynx,

and the hyoid bone
might have been fractured.

- Strangulation.
- Yes.

The marks are quite
diffuse, no lines or cuts.

He was probably
strangled by hand.

We'll know for certain in the
morning, once the bruising's come up.

Yes.

What did you see, Bluey?

Hmm?

A woman tied up
you tried to help.

He came and he had to k*ll you.

But the hunger for air
would've caused you to struggle.

Anything under the fingernails?

Plenty of dirt, but no blood.

I'm still examining his clothes.

They're very worn and dirty.

There's no...

The last thing those
gloves would have grasped

would have been the k*ller
himself. What are they?

Huh, little diamonds,
and little clubs,

like what you'd see in
a deck of playing cards.

Lucky symbols.

Not for Bluey.

Well, now, Davis says
he's walked the gardens,

Victoria Park, the lookout.

Still nothing.

All right, well, tell him
to move to the highway.

Check every shed, every humpy.

Mrs. Beasley, um, the
doctor is, um, still on his way.

I know.

I thought you
might all be hungry.

Very thoughtful of you.

Has anyone called?

No, not the call
we're hoping for.

Oh, poor woman.

Keeps me awake,
thinking about it.

Did Mr. Chapman buy
the lottery ticket himself?

Um, far as I know, yes.

It's just that when
I bought my ticket,

I noticed that most of the
customers were women.

The ladies were
all talking about it.

But it's probably nothing.

No, it's actually a
very good question.

Bill, get on to the lottery
commissioner and ask.

Will do.

Ah, Lucien.

What do you have for me?

Not much, I'm afraid.

We do have something.

We found these
in Bluey's gloves.

He would have been
clinging to his k*ller,

clawing at his
clothes, and look.

Oh.

You see, some of these
are diamond-shaped,

some club-shaped.

I have absolutely no
idea what they are.

What's he saying, Bill?

Mrs. Chapman bought
the winning ticket.

It's in her name.

Well, hang on, that's
not what the press said.

Not what Laurie said, either.

Right.

Well, these little buggers
are driving me mad.

I think I know what they are.

Those are chads,
from bus tickets, why?

They were found at the building
where Judith was being held.

Dulcie's very sweet on you.

I mean, you're her manager,
ex-footy champ, everyone's hero.

I'd go so far as to
say she idolizes you.

Yeah, Dulcie didn't do this.

And these are
all over the buses.

Dulcie says that
you slept with her,

that you're having an
affair, you're in love.

Yeah, it's not true.

Who bought the bloody
lottery ticket, Laurie?

All right, it was Judith.

Judith bought the ticket.

She doesn't like the spotlight.

Right, so the
check's in her name.

You two have a joint account?

Yes, why?

Well, with her out of the
way, you bank the check,

run off with Dulcie.

Yeah, but I told you, Jude
doesn't have the money yet.

No, but she found
out about Dulcie,

so you had to act now.

There's nothing to find out.

I'm not sleeping with Dulcie.

Why would she say you were?

Because I changed my mind.

We argued.

It was a long drive back
to Ballarat, believe me.

Right.

So just the two of you,
no one else saw you?

Yeah.

His alibi rests with Miss Young.

Neither of them can actually
agree on what happened.

Yes, and if his blood matches
what we found at the crime scene,

well, we may well have our man.

- You're an idiot, Rod!
- Shut up, woman!

Hey, hey, hey, enough.
- Shut up, both of you.

Enough!

We were at the chemist.

We saw him running
out of the bank.

Tried to pass a check
as Laurie Chapman.

Name's Rod Brunel.

He met her outside.

Mr. Brunel, let me take a
look at that nose of yours.

Does it bleed often?

No, it doesn't.

And it wouldn't have
bled now, except he...

Hey!

All right, just
give me a minute.

There we are.

Nothing's broken.

All right, you and I, let's
have a little chat, Mr. Brunel.

Bill, could you get Dr. Harvey
to test his blood type.

Also, Mr. Chapman's medical
records may have come in.

Now, if either of
them are not type O,

might be able to
eliminate someone.

- Okay, Doc.
- Thank you.

Miss Henderson?

Irene?

Is anybody here?

Hello.

So, you're Elizabeth.

Rose.

Where's Grandma?

- She went out.
- To lunch?

Early this morning,
before breakfast.

She went looking for her friend.

Have you got a bag?

Good, better go grab it.

I'm going to take
you somewhere safe.

Is that all right with you?

I didn't know that
the check was forged.

Irene said that
Jude gave it to her.

Well, I don't blame you
for trying. Really, I don't.

I mean, your girlfriend
drags you all the way here

to bail her out with the
promise of a big pay day,

and then Jude turns
around and says, "Pfft, no."

I mean, that would
make my blood boil.

I didn't touch Jude.

And yet, you ran off
yesterday afternoon.

This morning, you go out.

Now, you were either,
were off forging a check,

or you were strangling a man to death
and moving Judith to a new location.

So which one was it?

What?

I swear, I don't even
know where Jude is.

Irene says, "Here's the check.

"Jude's given it to me,
let's go and cash it."

Yeah.

And you believed her?

Why? Ah,

because they're
mother and daughter.

Exactly, they're family.

Even though you argued
with Judith over money

on her doorstep only last week.

I suppose the old
biddy next door told ya.

I bet she didn't mention that
she got me to hock her silverware.

Too proud for the
local pawn shop.

She wanted me to
fence it in Melbourne.

You certainly have a
way with the ladies, Rod.

You were with
Irene a while back.

Suddenly, you reappear after
her daughter wins the lottery.

Fancy that, Frank.

But, when it stopped looking
like it might pay dividends,

you went to Judith directly.

And, when that didn't
work, you kidnapped her.

It was tearing Irene
up, arguing with Jude.

I went around to explain, and,
yeah, okay, to ask her for money.

Jude, she didn't
even want to know,

and then she disappeared.

It wasn't me.

Rod bungled passing a check.

You really think he could
pull off a kidnapping?

And all this happened
while Judith is still missing?

You think I'm not worried
sick about my daughter?

Well, you have a
funny way of showing it.

Irene, did you know Rod had
been to see Judith about the money?

Afterwards, yeah.

Shouldn't have done it.

But he shouldn't have had to.

Not that it's
Jude's fault, either.

She wanted to help you?

Then she changed her mind.

She said it was all tied up.

That was Laurie talking.

I'll charge Rod for the check.

I've got nothing much on Irene.

Mrs. Gilmore does
have money troubles,

but really, she's hardly likely.

Again, as for Laurie...

Ah, sir?

Dr. Harvey tested the blood.

Rod Brunel is type O.

Ah, same as the blood
we found in the kitchen.

Yes, however, she's received Laurie
Chapman's medical records as well.

He's type O also.

Ah, um, excuse us?

Look who I found all on her own.

We stopped for an ice-cream.

The police will take
care of you now.

The doctor is very nice,
the Chief Super is nice,

and Sergeant Davis, well,
he's a bit of an odd duck,

but he's all right, too.

Jean?

Jean?

Lucien!

I've saved some lunch for you.

How lovely.

Is there enough for two?

Well, of course there is.

Not very hungry?

No, but that was lovely.

Thank you, Mrs. Blake.

You're very welcome.

You've got lovely manners.

And I'm Mrs. Beasley.

The Doctor and I aren't married.

Why not?

Well, we used to be
married to other people,

and now we live together so
that I can help him with his work.

Do you love him?

I'll get it!

I think perhaps we should
clean up these dishes

and go into the garden.

What do you think?

Okay.

- Lucien.
- Frank.

How's young Elizabeth?

Fine. She's just having lunch.

Very good.

The press.

Fact of life these days, but
also a double-edged sword.

Look, Melbourne is
getting very restless.

They want me to
charge someone today.

Melbourne.

This is all about sweeping everything
aside before that second lottery draw.

Everything points
to Laurie Chapman.

The chads, the phone
box, the derelict building,

they all say "bus depot."

A lot of people
work at that depot.

He's the right blood type.

It's a very common blood type.

He knew the phone number.

Yes, but we can't definitively
prove who knew it and who didn't!

Lucien, his alibi
is full of holes.

Unaccounted for when
those calls came in.

And then there were no
calls when he was locked up.

No calls after he was released.

He lied to police, and
he has the most to gain.

This kidnapping
turns to a m*rder,

he inherits all the money for
himself and for his mistress.

I'm gonna have to charge him.

Frank, if we charge
the wrong person,

and Judith, in fact, does
die, it will be a disaster.

You think I don't know that?

- Superintendent.
- Mrs. Beasley.

Oh, there's a random magic wand.

Ah!

That can make
the grass turn into...

What about that little treasure?

She'll become a
ward of the state.

Or perhaps go to Irene.

Lucien, do we have
any new evidence?

Any information whatsoever
that can point us to our man?

Not yet.

Where's Elizabeth?

Well, I don't have her.

I know you've got her.

I told you!

Why would I be looking
after your granddaughter?

Oh, bloody snob!

You know, I knew you when
you were as common as muck.

Oh!

Your own daughter doesn't want
to have anything to do with you.

Ladies, please.

Oh, Doctor, she was
trying to get into my home.

She's got my Elizabeth.

She doesn't, Irene, I promise
you, Elizabeth's perfectly fine.

But Judith is still
missing, and here you are,

the pair of you, fighting
like naughty children.

Now, Irene, please!

Thank you, so much, Doctor.

Please, feel free to come and
use my phone to call the police.

Oh, I'm sure that
won't be necessary.

Mrs. Henderson's just
worried about her family.

Oh, well, if you don't
call the police, I will.

It's people who get above their station
that cause all the trouble in the world.

I see.

And, of course, you
speak with some authority

given your background.

I thought you, of all
people, might understand.

I don't need people in the area

to remind me where I came from.

Mrs. Gil...

Marjorie, I know things are...
difficult for you at the moment,

but, quite honestly, it's the
Rod Brunel's of this world

who aren't to be trusted,
not people like the Chapmans.

And do you know what?

If they make it through this, they're
going to need a good neighbor.

And perhaps you will, too.

Am I under arrest?

No.

Well, are you gonna arrest her?

You know she doesn't
have anything to do with it.

Yeah, I know.

I just had to take
it out on someone.

I can understand that.

She's right, you know?

Jude doesn't want
much to do with me.

Oh, I'm sure that isn't true.

I spent years taking her to doctors,
and somehow she pulled through it,

and, now, she's made
a new life for herself,

better than I ever did.

I'm proud of her.

And, I know, I
know I don't fit in.

Without her...

I'll be left behind.

And no one wants
to be left behind.

Irene, I need to
make a phone call.

Funny thing, jealousy,
isn't it, Dulcie?

You can't really envy someone

without being close to
them somehow, can you?

I mean, we know you
were envious of Judith,

and we know you were with Laurie

when the kidnapper
first called...

What are you saying?

You told anyone who'd
listen about the two of you,

but, you never actually
slept with him, did you?

- No.
- No.

You lied because
he rejected you.

Oh, I didn't kidnap Judith...

Now, rejection, that's
an interesting thing.

I think Laurie,

I think Laurie left
someone behind, too,

long before you
arrived on the scene.

Cliff has known
Laurie since school.

What's he on about?

How's your nose?

I thought you had a cold.

Because when we first saw you,
you had to check that it wasn't bleeding.

Like it did when
you snatched Judith,

and she slammed
her head into it.

I've got no reason to
hurt Mrs. Chapman.

No, no, but what
about Laurie, hmm?

You played football with
him before he hit the big time.

You worked with
him, side by side,

but he was the one
who got promoted.

I mean, for Heaven's sake,
you've known him all your life,

and, yet, he never
introduced you to Judith.

And the lottery?

Well, that was the last straw.

Cliff?

I don't know what
he's talking about.

You thought he was your mate.

He just... left you behind.

Judith, where is she?

Fell out of the sky
for bloody Laurie.

Why'd he have it all?

Cliff, we make
our own luck in life.

Now, you listen to
me, where is she?

Cliff, we already have you
for the m*rder of Bluey Watson.

Self-defense, he att*cked me!

And now you've just as good as admitted
to the kidnapping, you stupid bugger.

I'm not stupid!

No, no, you're not.

You're not stupid.

You made a clean
getaway, left no clues.

It was a very, very clever plan.

All you had to do was tell
us where to leave the money,

we'd have exchanged
it for Judith gladly,

as long as she was alive.

Now, is that why you
won't tell us where she is?

No, no!

'Cause you bloody k*lled her.

Isn't that right?

I didn't m*rder anyone!

She got sick, I tried
to help her, I did.

Look, she got pains.

I gave her a powder.

Then she started
vomiting, and then shaking,

and then she just faded away.

I never meant for that,
I never meant for that!

Hang on a second.

What you're describing is a thing we
call an "Addisonian crisis" where a patient

slips into a type of coma.

She might still be alive.

I didn't k*ll her?

She was in pain, convulsing,
and then nothing, yes?

She wasn't moving.

Cliff, are you even
certain she's dead?

You might still be
able to save her.

Now, don't you want that?

Don't let her die now.

Doc, here!

Frank, we've got a pulse.

Let me call the radio
for an ambulance now!

You were right, Lucien.

You know, the truth is, I
had an unfair advantage.

Yes, what was that?

I know what it's
like to lose a family.

Thank you, Doctor.

Well, you are very
welcome, Elizabeth.

Would you say thank
you to Mrs. Blake, too?

Oh, well, the thing with Jean...

Of course, I will.

A few details and a comment.

What, well, this is it?

Yes, it's the perpetrator, all the
details, an exclusive statement.

Where's the photo?

The happy family reunited?

Carlyle didn't let me
in the room, but this...

I'm selling the sizzle, not
just the steak here, Rose.

- If you're not up to the job...
- I am, trust me, I am.

Just type these up, please.

You, come with me.

It was lovely to see that
little girl smiling again.

And Judith Chapman?

Doing well, thankfully.

I'd say she can expect
to make a full recovery.

Oh, thank goodness
you got to her in time.

Well, we were lucky.

And, that little girl still has her
family tonight because of you.

Jean, would you mind, um...

Would you mind just, um,
waiting here, just for a moment?

All right.

All right.

Jean, would you mind
standing for me, please?

Actually, do you know what?

Let's have a sit.

Jean, this was my mother's ring.

Lucien.

And, I would very much...

Uh, that's probably Charlie.

Hold that, I'll be right back.

Perfect timing, Charlie.

Lucien, who is it?

My wife.