04x05 - The Price of Love

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Cease fire, cease fire!

And you all to stay put, lads.

I'll come back to you.

Police liaison called it in.

Tactical night maneuvers.

Lance Corporal Mervyn Rogers.

A lance corporal
in recruit training?

No, he wasn't part
of the exercise.

He just got in the
way, unfortunately.

Apparently it was an accident.

He's wearing civvies,
so he's off duty.

Christ, he's just a kid.

And k*lled only a few
hundred yards from home.

What was the target, Charlie?

Alright, damn near impossible
to tell who fired the fatal sh*t.

Alright.

Well, there's no exit wound.

Mhm.

Single entrance wound
to the anterior chest.

There's no evidence of
sooting or gunpowder tattooing.

He was sh*t from a distance.

It looks pretty straightforward.

According to the recruits, he
d*ed a few minutes after midnight.

His family has been informed.

Right.

Think they might be able to use
some of your bedside manner.

He must've been out running.

He used to do that
when he couldn't sleep.

You'll stay here until your
Ben gets home, all right?

Ben, your husband?

He's away on a training op.

Mrs. Rogers, I know how
hard this must be for you.

Please know you have
our deepest sympathies.

Yes.

It's best you rest
for a few days.

If there's anything we
can do, anything at all,

don't hesitate to ask.

I'll organize her
leave from payroll.

I run the admin office on base.

Daisy lives next door.

I just want to know why
this happened to my son.

Can't believe
that took all night.

That's the m*llitary, Charlie.

That is the m*llitary.

Accidentally sh*t

by one of his own no less.

Still, they followed the
book to the letter though.

Safety officers at hand.

They notified
the m*llitary police.

Nothing else anyone
could have done.

Bloody hell.

Where do you think you're going?

Give me your keys.

Do you even have a license?

Stand there.

Walter Johns, west Ballarat.

Alright, Walter.

That's dangerous driving,

driving in excess
of 35 miles an hour

above the posted speed limit,

no rego plates.

Charlie?

Stay there.

Look.

I was meeting a girl after work.

What time was this?

Around half past 11.

And then?

Rode my bike.

Took the scenic route
through a paddock.

Some idiot left his car running.

So you stole it?

Yeah, thought it
would impress her

turning up in a nice car.

So you spend the rest of
the night joyriding, do you?

Tell me, Walter, what
line of work you in?

I'm a logger.

Logger, right.

So this, then?

Much need for a bayonet
in your line of work?

- Where was - We
found it, Walter.

In your car.

Well it's not mine.

Then you tell us
whose it is then.

I don't know.

The car?

Wherever you
found it, it wasn't me.

Check the rego.

Walter, that doesn't mean
you didn't commit the crime.

Just means you stole
someone's car to commit the crime.

Are you having a lend?

Tell me about the paddock
where you found the car.

Dunnstown, off Old
Melbourne Road.

This would be where the
car was when it stopped.

Yeah, yeah, we're still
searching for the owner.

No luck as yet.

If the car was left running,

and someone was trying
to dispose of a body.

I mean...

Yeah, yeah, you
wouldn't choose here.

Bloody hell, you'd
be digging for days.

Another thing, this bicycle
Walter claims he was riding.

I know.

No sign of it.

Good, you're here.

Good morning, Alice.

This rug.

Alice, call me old fashioned.

Out of respect, don't you think
we should start with the body first?

Why?

He's not going to
get any more dead.

From this amount of blood,

the police are aware
that someone has d*ed.

The size of the red blood cells
and absence of any nucleation

suggests it's human.

Yes, and trace evidence tells
us someone was wrapped up in it.

Corpus delicti.

Without a body,

a certain amount of evidence is
needed to prove possible m*rder.

Which as of this
moment we don't have.

Exsanguination
goes on the report.

Alice, look here.

These burn marks.
They're quite fresh.

Perhaps the owner
of the rug is a smoker.

Possibly.

And the blood is
congealed down here.

I'll perform blood typing
and toxicology tests.

Now, your Corporal Rogers.

Ah.

The b*llet missed the heart,

but clipped the
aorta above the valve.

Most of the
bleeding was internal.

So the b*llet hits his left side

as he's running.

Interesting.

I'll run his bloods
too then, shall I?

Yes.

Alice, look here.

There's a smear of blood
across the right shoulder,

well away from the wound.

Perhaps his hands were bloody,

and he touched his shirt.

There's one more thing.

Yes?

The bayonet you
found in the car.

Ah.

I see.

At some point, this bayonet, which
our boy in lock up says wasn't his,

was in fact covered in blood.

Well, no surprises there.

What about Rogers?

Anything we can give
their investigating officer?

Nothing much at this stage.

However, we can tell
him the boy was sober.

Got the feeling the department
was wishing he wasn't.

Yes, it would certainly clear
the m*llitary of any wrongdoing.

The army's asked
for a full report.

Come.

Major.

You must be the
chief superintendent.

Major Derek Alderton.

Frank Carlyle.

And Lucien.

A trip to Ballarat
wouldn't be complete.

Derek, it's been a while.

- Take a seat.
- Thank you.

Autopsy report on
Corporal Rogers.

- Was he drunk?
- No.

Well that's a pity.

So all he was guilty of

was being stupid enough to
run in front of a live fire exercise.

Well, stupidity is not
something we can test for.

You already have.

Enter.

Corporal Rogers' uniform, sir.

Thank you, Kelly.

So, a midnight
training exercise.

Well you both know the object is
to simulate an emergency scenario.

Well, it worked.

Unlike your safety procedures.

I'm writing a report.

You're welcome to
read it once it's complete.

Look, let's be frank, gentlemen.

This was just a mistake,
an accident, pure and simple.

And the possible safety breach?

We'll explore thoroughly.

Right now, the army's main
priority is men and material,

limiting damage to morale,

which is why I'm here.

That and to check
current procedures.

Make sure this
never happens again.

Let's assume I
know how to proceed.

Oh such a pity isn't it?

All that potential
gone to waste.

So you two.

Yes, we served together.

So he's a mate of yours, then?

Not anymore.

Yes, I can see why.

Jean, it's me.

I'm sorry, I'm heading
straight back out again.

Just dropping a bag off.

Yes, I know.

She'll be hungry, Mei Lin.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

It's beautiful.

Yes it is.

You know, it didn't feel
like home when I came back.

Not at first.

But now.

Now you can't imagine
living anywhere else, can you?

Roast beef and tomato chutney.

Your favorite.

Well, some things never change.

Jean, she knows you well.

I thought that I would
see you for breakfast,

but she told me you were with
the police again this morning.

Yes, yes.

We're looking into a
missing person case.

I didn't ever think you
would dedicate yourself

to anything more
than you did the army.

It's alright, Lucien.

I understand.

What you're doing is important.

And so are you.

All these years.

I was afraid that, no.

What?

Mei Lin, it's alright.

Afraid of what?

I was afraid you'd forgotten me.

No.

Never.

Not for a single second.

Chutney.

Oh dear.

Hang on a moment.

Allow me.

Thank you.

Alright, Charlie.

No one's telling us
where this car came from.

Perhaps it's time we
asked the car itself.

Uh, I don't really
speak automobile, doc.

That's very funny, Charlie.

Now, there was a sticky
substance on the rug.

Of course, I just assumed
it was coagulated blood,

but I think we'll
find it is in fact.

Pine.

Tree sap.

Well that narrows it down.

We're looking for
a tree in Ballarat.

Hang on, Charlie.

Young Walter works
as a logger, does he not?

What, you think...

He might be able to help us
find a pine needle in a haystack.

What do you think?

What if it wasn't
Walter Johns, doc?

Well, Charlie, he
was quite literally

caught holding what we think
could be a m*rder w*apon.

Still, if it wasn't him,

who else could it be?

Who else, indeed?

Well, whoever it was,
Charlie, they've driven in here,

continued down here,
but they've stopped here.

And Charlie, would you
say that's a drag mark?

Definitely.

Yes, and look.

It continues along down here

and ends up, Charlie.

Late 20s, rigor
mortis has passed.

No significant decomposition.

Estimated time of death
around 24 hours ago.

The edges of the
wound here and here,

they're consistent with the triangular
cross sections on the bayonet.

Her blood type matches
what we found on the bayonet

and on the rug as well.

Right.

Anything else?

She had penicillin
in her system.

Right.

What were you being treated for?

Doctor, it looks like
a telephone number,

and there's a name.

And that.

Yes, hello.

I was wondering, could I
speak with Beverly please?

I see.

Thank you.

Yes, I'll call back
in the morning.

That was a cleaner.

Apparently, everyone's
gone home for the day.

Gone home?

From where?

The Ballarat Courier?

Yeah, let's ring them in the morning
and find out who this Beverly is.

In the mean time, we
already have a suspect

in our Jane Doe case.

He was the owner
of the FX Holden.

Alright.

Why don't you take the
lead on this one, Davis?

Yes sir.

Lieutenant Keith Marling Ellis, Ninth
CVR, Central Victorian Regiment.

Yes, you're stationed
at the m*llitary base.

That's right.

Is this about my stolen car?

I'm hoping it hasn't been damaged at
all. I put a lot of work into that vehicle.

Do you know this woman?

No.

Where were you last night?

Laverton on training
for the past week.

Lieutenant, it was your car

that transported this
woman's dead body

to a nearby forest last night.

There's a group of us on base.

We all share our cars.

Share everything.

You're saying anyone
could've easily taken off with it?

Because when we found it,

it had no rego plates,

and the boot was covered
top to bottom in blood.

I took the plates off last week

so I could reroll and
rechrome the bumpers,

but I don't know
anything about any blood.

Where were you between nine o'clock
and midnight last night, Lieutenant?

Finished r*fle training,

had dinner about eight,

night cap, went to sleep
about half past nine, maybe 10.

Laverton's only an
hour and a half away.

What are you
getting at, sergeant?

Actually, why
am I talking to you

and not to your
superior officer?

Alright then, lieutenant.

So you were in barracks?

No, a civilian house.

Not another soul around?

- No.
- So no one can vouch for you

between nine and midnight then?

No.

No.

Didn't think so.

Major.

Chief superintendent.

I believe you're
holding one of my men.

Yeah, Lieutenant Keith Ellis.

We're hoping with your permission
we may see his service records.

I'm sure you would,
but the answer is no.

We can lodge a
request with the DOD.

You can, and the
answer will still be no.

You're questioning him
over a civilian matter.

When it becomes a matter
for the m*llitary, then we can talk.

Derek, what brings you here?

I want Ellis released now.

Yes, but that's not
really your call is it?

Unfortunately Major, I
can hold Lieutenant Ellis

for up to 24 hours
without charge.

I'm well aware of what you can
and can't do, Mr. Carlyle, but...

This is a civilian matter.

When it does become a
matter for the m*llitary, well.

Chief Superintendent.

Major.

Not going to be able
to hold him off forever.

What other news from the day?

The woman's last meal,

we examined the
contents of her stomach.

Do we have to hear
about that right now?

Well you did ask.

And for what it's worth,

a shiitake mushroom
swallowed whole.

Well the only Asian restaurant
in Ballarat is the Golden Crown.

Mrs. Gladys Cook.

She's a regular.

How did this happen?

Well, that's what we're
trying to determine, Mr. Tan.

When did you last see her?

The night before last.

She ate quickly, said that
she was meeting a friend.

Right, you seem to
remember an awful lot...

I remember because I
offered to drive her there.

I see.

What time did
you leave with her?

Around half past nine?

So you were close friends, then?

I dropped her off.

Then I drove
straight back to work.

My 12 year old
daughter came with us.

She'll be at the
restaurant after school

if you were planning
on interrogating her too.

Sorry, Mr. Tan.

Where exactly did you take her?

Attention!

Seeing how the
other half live, doctor?

Maybe.

What exactly are
the other half doing?

Payroll.

She needed a distraction.

I'd have thought you'd be
with the others right now

interrogating my husband.

You're Joyce...

Ellis, that's right.

So, what did Keith do now?

Something to do with that
bloody car he loves so much?

His car wasn't borrowed
this time, Mrs. Ellis.

It was stolen.

I'm guessing it's usually
parked by your quarters?

Behind them, yes.

You didn't see
anything, hear anything?

Not a thing.

Right, Mrs. Ellis, do
you know a woman

by the name of Gladys Cook?

Was that who you
found in the forest?

Yes, was she a friend?

She worked in the mail room.

I hadn't seen her since she
left the base six months ago.

None of us had.

We all used to be quite close,

and she and her husband,

they're separated now,

he took a posting interstate.

I see.

Your husband,
Keith, told the police

he didn't know Gladys.

He would've lied because

whatever he and Gladys
got up to, we're done with it.

I see.

You'll have to excuse me.

We're all walking
off early today,

meeting our
husbands for a drink.

Of course.

Mrs. Ellis, Joyce,
one last thing if I may.

You help with recruiting
women to work on the base, yes?

I do.

Why do you ask?

We're looking for a woman
by the name of Beverly.

Beverly Alison, maybe?

She works in the
laundry with Kelly.

Is she working today?

No, it's her day off.

Joyce, tell me, do you think
you could possibly help me find...

Lucien.

Do you have a moment?

So Mei Lin's alive.

That w*r just keeps throwing
us surprises, doesn't it?

Quite.

She enjoying Ballarat?

Well, she doesn't
really know anyone here.

She knows you.

My wife was missing for
longer than we were married.

Let's just say I got
used to my situation.

Well, now you don't have to.

You should take
some time off, Lucien,

instead of loitering around
my base harassing my staff.

I'm trying to find
Beverly Alison.

Due back at work
tomorrow, apparently.

She's a solid link
to Gladys Cook

whose m*rder I believe is
connected to your base somehow.

You remember the last
time we saw each other?

Men marching through
the streets of Ballarat.

Soldiers, all of whom were once part of
something much bigger than themselves.

All marching in unison.

Relying on the man next
to them to keep them in line.

Yes.

All blindly following orders

without ever stopping to
consider the consequences.

You know, I'm beginning to see
a bit of a pattern in you, Lucien.

How so?

You're hiding, aren't you?

You've made a job for yourself,
unraveling the mysteries of missing women.

Finding my wife was never a job.

Derek.

Just a minute.

Please come in.

You didn't have to come all
this way just to drop those off.

I wanted to say thank you

and to return your plates.

They're the doctor's plates.

Yes, but I know how
you take care of him.

These things are
important to you.

And I wanted to tell
you that I understand.

I know how difficult my
arrival must have been.

He seems, he seems
very happy here.

Well, you're his wife,

and that's all there is to it.

So, Lucien told me that he and the
police were investigating a missing woman.

Yes, they are.

He spoke to you about that?

Yes, I think, I think perhaps
he just wanted to talk.

Yes, that sounds like him.

Thank you.

No need.

Excuse me?

Open bar.

Mrs. Forsyth over there
insisted on paying for everyone.

How lovely. Thank you so much.

I see the Chief Superintendent
has released Keith Ellis, then.

Not before he got a
confession out of him, though.

He admitted that he was
sleeping with the victim.

Yes, so I heard.

From who?

Mrs. Ellis.

Doctor.

Here to pay your respects?

Sergeant Davis and I, yes.

That's very kind of you. I'm
sure the family will appreciate it.

They're about to start.

Doctor.

Mrs. Forsyth, thank you
so much for the drinks.

It's ever so generous of you.

You're quite welcome.

Mrs. Ellis there, Joyce,

was quite close to Gladys
Cook too, apparently,

as were Daisy and Ben.

If I may, everybody, a toast.

To Merv.

- To Merv.
- Merv.

I imagine that's
Kelly's husband.

Yes, Daniel Forsyth.

They all live on the base.

Are we sure that's
Kelly's husband?

He is.

He seems quite close
with Mrs. Ellis, doesn't he?

Gentlemen.

Friend of the
deceased, were you?

Something like that.

Like what, exactly?

A few days ago, I
received a message at work,

a woman claiming
to have a story,

something about the
Ballarat m*llitary base.

She left a number
for me to call.

And?

And I've been calling
nonstop, no answer.

I figured if she
was from the base,

she might see me here
and maybe approach me.

If this woman is
so eager to talk,

why do you suppose she's
not answering the telephone?

People want to report something,

they get nervous, they
change their minds.

It happens all the time.

Or she can't answer
the telephone.

The woman who was m*rder*d.

Gladys Cook lived on
base six months ago.

You didn't think to bring any of
this to the attention of the police.

Well, it wasn't a police matter

until about three seconds ago.

I'm going to need that number.

I'll check the phone book here.

The number please,
Miss Anderson?

You know I'm not on the
payroll at the station, right?

I don't have to
tell you anything.

Now.

Thank you.

So what am I missing?

The night Merv Rogers d*ed,

he'd gone for a run
around the base, yes?

Nothing unusual according to
his mother, Daisy, over there.

And?

He was wearing
trousers and a smart shirt,

not exactly... not
exactly running attire.

And quite frankly, of all places to
run and exercise on base, why there?

Through trees in the
dark on uneven ground?

That's a good point.

Do you want another?

I'd love one.

Oy, I'm not going to tell
you again, you d*ck head!

Stop coming around
the wrong side of the bar!

Rose.

You followed me.

When you ducked out of the pub, I
figured you were on to something.

You really shouldn't be out
here doing this sort of thing alone.

I'm not alone, am I?

Listen, sometimes
journalists think

the story is more important
than their own safety.

It's not.

Trust me, I know.

I'll be careful then.

So what are we
looking for, Nancy Drew?

Come on.

It seems strange to me that Rogers
was running so close to the fence.

Bloody hell!

Damn thing's been cut.

Rose, he wasn't out
for a late night run.

He was running back
onto base from the outside.

What was Rogers
doing outside the camp?

There's only one
way to find out.

Uh, where are you going?

Alderton doesn't
want me on the base,

and he doesn't want us
seeing Ellis's service records.

I'm going to find out why.

That's army property.

Always lovely
chatting with you, Rose.

Sir, I'm going to ask
you to put your hands up

and turn around.

There's really no
need for that, private.

I have my identification
right here in my jacket pocket.

I'm Dr. Lucien Blake,
Ballarat police surgeon.

Now, let's say we lower
that w*apon of yours, hm?

Lucien, where have you been?

Just dealing with
some paperwork.

The hospital called for you.

- Oh they did?
- Yes.

Alice has been in touch with
Gladys Cook's current doctor.

I wrote up the
notes on your desk.

Oh thank you.

Anything of interest?

Oh, Gladys presented
with a venereal disease.

Ah, which explains
the penicillin.

Gladys' doctor is here in town?

Yes, he has her records
dated back over a year.

I see.

Now, why wouldn't she see the
m*llitary doctor if she lived on base?

Lucien, could you, I just
dropped a domino under there.

Ah, yes.

Oh there we are.

Thank you.

How are things at the base?

Um, Jean do you mind
if I... just had a bit of a...?

Not at all. I'm losing anyway.

Let's imagine,
just for a moment,

this domino
represents Keith Ellis.

Now, Joyce Ellis was of
course intimate with her husband.

Gladys Cook was
having an affair with Keith.

She was?

Oh yes.

And we discovered just this afternoon
that it's highly likely that Joyce was,

shall we say, quite familiar

with a chap called
Forsyth, Daniel Forsyth,

who is an officer on base.

Now, Daniel is married to Kelly.

Kelly, it would appear, may
well be involved with Ben Rogers.

Ben, of course, is
Daisy's husband.

How do you like them apples?

So they were all
stepping out together.

How did they keep
it from each other?

Maybe they don't.

Hang on.

Are you telling me that?

Yes.

I think they're a community of
couples who all enjoy each other's,

shall we say,
company consensually.

Right.

So when Keith Ellis said
that they share everything.

He meant it.

And I think perhaps Gladys Cook

and this Beverly
woman are involved too.

Beverly Alison.

We're off to interview her now.

Frank, promiscuity
within the base

poses a serious security
problem for the m*llitary.

Maybe that's why
Alderton's here.

And, of course, there's
Corporal Rogers.

Who we know is connected to
the hole in the fence that you found.

Yes.

You know, I think we've
been looking at this all wrong.

These are the questions
we should be asking.

One, why was he sneaking
back onto base so late at night?

And two, what the hell was he
doing outside in the first place?

Well, I think there's only one
person I can ask right now.

You're suggesting that Rogers is
involved in the death of Gladys Cook?

Rogers was sneaking back onto
base through a hole in the fence

the night Gladys Cook d*ed.

The vehicle that was dumped we
now know belonged to Lieutenant Ellis.

He managed to drive Ellis's car
off the base without being seen.

We think he may have
distracted the sentry on duty

by throwing a rock
through the window.

Kelly, we're after
Beverly Alison.

She's not here today.

She should be. She
clocked on at eight.

Oh, she went home sick.

Alright, thank you.

I'll need to be informed when
Beverly does return to work.

Your police surgeon was here
yesterday drinking on the job.

And?

And I believe it was Blake
who found that hole in the wire

before he was caught
trespassing on m*llitary property.

If he's found on this base again

without my permission.

You'll have him arrested.

No, I may just have him sh*t.

You deal with your men,
Chief Superintendent,

and I'll deal with mine.

Good day to you.

I'm actually here to find out a
little bit more about Gladys Cook.

I figured it wasn't
for the biscuits.

I know you have a
doctor here on base.

Gladys chose to
visit a doctor in town.

Yes?

Well apparently, the last time
the m*llitary doctor saw her,

he recommend that she see
someone at the special clinic

at Ballarat Hospital.

He made that same recommendation
to other women on base too.

Whatever happened to
doctor-patient confidentiality?

No names were mentioned, Joyce.

I'm assuming
you're all presenting

with the same symptoms.

This is never
easy to talk about,

but this really needs
to be addressed.

When Keith came home from Korea,

he told me about this activity.

Out there, they weren't
too sure of it tomorrow,

so the men would, give
their wives to fellow soldiers.

That way, if anything
should happen,

there would always be
someone to take care of us.

That's how it all started.

Didn't take long for it to become
normal within our little group.

It's a kind of love
when, love isn't around.

Yes.

But you weren't happy
with this, were you?

Of course we
weren't happy with it.

Every marriage comes
with a cost, Doctor Blake.

That's very true.

Gladys, Gladys was part of this?

Until she and her
husband separated.

We never saw
her again after that.

The women confirmed they'd
been indulging in partner swapping.

Gladys was part of it.

And they just, um, gave
you this information, did they?

Well, I am a doctor.

Updated autopsy report.

Confirming the presence
of Gladys Cook's blood

on Merv Roger's clothing.

Well, this is fairly
cut and dry then.

Frank, I still don't think
Merv k*lled Gladys.

What was his motive?

Crime of passion, for one.

Numerous sexual
dalliances going on the base,

and the victim's
blood on the shirt.

What more do you want?

Doc.

Yes.

A recruit came forward earlier

saying they served
Rogers at the officer's mess

at half past nine.

Half past nine, Charlie.

Let's think about this.

Merv kills her, transports
and buries the body,

then makes his way
back to base, all within?

All within a couple of hours.

Really?

Two hours start to finish.

Now, let's say it took him
half an hour to k*ll Gladys

and drag her
body to Ellis's car.

And drive off the base
without being seen.

Exactly, let's go.

Alright Charlie, we know Corporal
Rogers buried the body over there.

How long would that take?

Half an hour? An hour?

I'll meet you halfway.
I'll say 45 minutes.

But that would mean
he'd only have half an hour

to get back to the base.

Exactly.

Not looking very
probable, is it?

Alright, parked
the car, gets out,

looks for a suitable
place to hide the evidence.

He leaves the Kn*fe
and the rug in the car,

which is when Walter
and his girlfriend steal it.

Yes, by now, it'd
be a quarter to 12.

There's a slim chance
that if he ran back to base,

and I mean ran, he might
just make it in time, but.

But there's no way
he'd find any time

to clean up the scene of
the crime after k*lling Gladys.

So, either Rogers didn't do it.

Or he wasn't working alone.

What happened?

I'm going to wash up.

And right you are, Charlie.

Well, Carlyle is about to
posthumously charge Corporal Rogers

with Gladys Cook's
m*rder, but you know what?

I don't think he k*lled her.

Anyhow, I should wash up too.

How is Mei Lin?

Well, she's uh... you
know, she's adjusting.

She's never been anywhere
quite like Ballarat before.

Must be so difficult for her.

Yes.

After everything
that's happened.

Must be awful to be so alone

and to be so dependent
on people you barely know.

Lucien?

Sorry, Jean.

Something you said just now.

These army wives, they
say Gladys left their group.

I'm starting to wonder.

Look, her husband's gone.

She has to move off base.

She's all alone.

Why would her
friends just cut her off?

Well she'd be devastated.

Maybe Gladys's back
on base to get revenge.

Maybe.

Maybe she'd become a thr*at.

Does anyone else know about
the promiscuity within the group?

Beverly Alison might.

The woman you can't find.

Ah, Lucien.

Officers just got back from
Beverly Alison's listed address.

It's an empty block.

They're checking for another
address or a postal box.

Right.

If Beverly knew Gladys,
she could be in real danger.

Have you checked
the lieutenant's alibi

or any of the other husbands'?

Yeah, they all check out.

All except for Ellis's.

Still to find anyone who
can confirm his story.

Right, service records?

No, not yet.

We have heard some scuttlebutt
from a few men at the base

suggesting that the lieutenant
has been warned before

for roughing up women.

Charming.

They're also saying
that Gladys Cook

tried to enter the base several
times a month or two ago.

I'll give you one guess the CO
was who personally threw her out.

Keith Ellis.

All of this officially makes
Beverly a missing person,

which of course was
exactly what Gladys was

until she wasn't.

Frank, are these
Ellis's license plates?

Charlie found them
at the base, why?

If he was so
attached to his car,

he might've come up with
a playful nickname for it

inspired by the
registration plates.

Beverly.

I don't understand.

Mrs. Rogers, we believe Gladys
Cook was k*lled here on the base,

and Merv was enlisted
to help remove the body.

Using Keith's car.

Merv was familiar with it.

He'd driven it before,
isn't that right, Joyce?

What, you think I?

Gladys is my friend.

Was your friend, Mrs. Ellis.

She was on the base that night

because she was
about to go to the Courier

with your group's little secret.

You know?

About your little
arrangement, yes we do.

But that's not what Gladys was
going to report to the Courier.

You all wanted
some kind of pay back

for what your husbands in
the army had put you through.

So you created a female
employee out of thin air,

gave her a job in the laundry,

the laundry, perfect.

She'd rarely be seen, if at all.

And of course,
you'd pay her a wage.

But you did make one mistake.

You named her after one thing your husband
loved more than you, his car, Beverly.

Major Alderton, just
thinking out loud here.

m*llitary funds missing?

Quite a substantial
amount, actually.

Yes.

Impossible to do on your own,

but Daisy in payroll,
Gladys in the mail room,

Kelly working in the laundry.

It was easy enough
to maintain the illusion.

Beverly was just one of
many created identities.

And this brilliant
idea was all yours,

wasn't it, Mrs. Ellis?

Even if any of this was true,

so I don't see how this
proves I k*lled Gladys.

The rug used to transport Gladys's
body had cigarette burns all over it.

Fine, except the rug I own,

you're all standing on it.

The rug used to
transport Gladys's body

had circular imprints on it.

Clearly, your lovely coffee
table here has square legs.

So, would you mind terribly if we had
a look inside your place, Mrs. Rogers?

What really happened, Daisy,

when Merv arrived, and
saw that you'd k*lled Gladys?

No.

He was disciplined,
well trained.

He would've sprung into
action to try and help you.

Gladys came here because
she was scared of Joyce.

You all were.

She was desperate.

She probably thought
of all the women,

she could talk to you.

Of course, Gladys could
ruin everything for all of you.

Please, I...

You argued, and then
when she threatened you,

you stabbed her to death right
here, right where I'm standing now.

The burn marks on
the rug, cigarettes?

No, I think you b*rned
whatever evidence

Gladys brought
with her that night.

Payroll ledgers.

But they're gone.

It's all gone.

Ah, but it's not, Daisy.

This was delivered to the
Ballarat Courier earlier today

sent by a Beverly Alison.

Gladys must have
written up a copy

and posted it to them
before she came here.

Before she came here to
ask for her share of the money.

You see, this was
never about the sex

or the love.

It was all about the
money, money and power.

Taking back some sort
of control in your lives.

And your son was sh*t

because he was in the wrong
place at the wrong time, Daisy.

And he was only there
because you implicated him

in the m*rder of Gladys Cook.

I didn't mean to.

I just want my son back.

I heard Daisy Rogers
k*lled Gladys Cook.

Uh huh.

So it's true?

Well it sounds like
you already know.

What was her motive?

Does it have anything to do
with why Mrs. Cook called me?

You're not going
to give me anything

after I told you about the
package she sent to the Courier?

Which you opened
up and read first.

Why?

So it all ends up in
tomorrow's paper?

You were right, you know?

About what?

You're not on the
payroll at the station.

So she's confessed?

Yes, well Joyce Ellis
was the ringleader,

but Daisy Rogers
admitted to the rest.

Now the army can
focus their attention

on what's really important
on this whole disaster,

the bloody paperwork.

You ever miss it?

No.

No, not anymore.

Do you?

Not at all.

You know, you're still
going to have to deal with

the top brass for a
while longer, I'm afraid.

You do know he was in
town before the incident?

Major.

Gentlemen.

Just thought I'd drop by to make
sure we're all on the same page

and to confirm that
Corporal Rogers

is to be posthumously charged?

Yes he is as an
accessory to m*rder.

Excuse me.

Thank you, Superintendent.

Derek.

You already knew about the
money laundering, didn't you?

We knew that funds
were trickling out.

We just didn't know
how or by whom.

The police could've helped you.

And they did.

No one had connected
the money laundering

to these three women
until you came along.

Priceless.

I always working for
you the whole time.

You don't like it when
things land in your lap,

do you, Lucien?

You prefer an obstacle.

So I thought I'd throw
you a little challenge.

Why are you really here, Derek?

Good afternoon, Lucien.

It's over?

Chief Superintendent Carlyle

insisted I go home and relax.

Well after all
those late nights,

I'm not surprised.

Things can get back to
normal now, I suppose.

Jean.

I'm sorry if you've
been feeling a bit...

in the dark with everything.

Something of an
understatement, I know.

I want you to,

I want you to know you're
not losing... anything.

I promise you.

Mei Lin and I, it's just
not the same as it was.

It really isn't.

But a big part of it is.

That kind of love, it never
really goes away, does it?

And I want you to
know I understand that.

She's your priority now.