04x07 - For Whom the Bell Tolls

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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04x07 - For Whom the Bell Tolls

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Mrs. Blake.

Cec, have you seen Lucien?

No ma'am.

Do you want me
to call him for you?

No, no, thank you.

Good evening.

Hello!

Anyone still here?

Hello?

Hello?

Who's up there?

Charlie.

I found this in my
deceased pocket.

"I can no longer
live with this secret.

"Rod Drury."

You knew him, didn't you Doc?

Not personally, but...

Dear oh dear.

Oh Rod.

No one's moved the body?

Well, not as far as we know.

You're quite sure, Charlie?

Yeah.

Why?

Any witnesses,
other fireys perhaps?

No, they're all at
a fire in Brown Hill.

He must have known
they were on a call,

that way there'd be
no one here to stop him.

Yes, perhaps.

What the hell happened?

Charlie?

It's Rod Drury,
looks like he jumped.

Bloody hell, no Rod!

Mate, come on.

Mate, come on.

I'm the station
officer, Mick Lancaster.

Ah yes, of course,
Doctor Lucien Blake.

I am sorry, police sergeant,
this is Sergeant Charlie Davis.

Mr. Lancaster, would
you like me to take a look

at those hands of yours?

No, no, thanks,
they'll be fine, Doc.

Alright.

Should we ring the bell?

Yeah, if you could Theo, thanks.

Charlie, that chap
going off to ring the bell,

he looks familiar to me.

Who is that?

Theodore Rowe.

A local tailor, he made
a suit for me last year.

Alright, lads if you would?

Before you take him
away, do you mind?

Of course, by all means.

Black residue under
the nails on the left hand.

Yes, what is that
all over the fingers?

Ink, perhaps, maybe newsprint?

You know, on the right hand
there are six little marks...

Evenly spaced in sort
of a circular pattern

made quite recently
by the looks of it.

- Something he fell against?
- Possibly.

Whatever it was, it's
punctured the skin.

There's bruising
there over the left wrist,

triangular in shape.

Fractured, aye.

Re-fractured, it
was weak already,

he probably did it in the fall.

His medical records.

The wrist was broken three
months ago in an accident.

Ah.

He's got fractures
in both ankles.

Compression spinal fractures,

and a ring fracture at
the base of the skull.

What exactly were
you expecting to find?

Oh, I guess it could be nothing,

but his feet were
quite near the building.

His head towards
the street, of course.

If he had jumped, you'd
expect he would have landed

further away from the building,

and certainly wouldn't you
expect to find him face down?

Hmm, that's interesting.

Then tell me, what's that?

Ah, a symbol of the fire service

given to him out of respect.

Can I help you?

Cec.

Thank you for calling sir.

Ma'am, please,
no, don't cover him.

Rod's, he's my brother.

I'm sorry.

This is Kathleen, Rod's wife.

Yes, of course.

Oh please.

What's this here?

Ah yes, his hands.

The black is...

Well, at this point, we're
not entirely sure what it is.

Rod gave me a bottle of
whiskey last night at the club.

The box was filthy.

We thought it might be
from when he wrote the note.

No, definitely he
would never do that.

She's right sir.

My little brother, he
wouldn't k*ll himself.

I don't care what the note says.

Thanks for doing this.

We just need another look, Dale.

I wasn't able to
see much last night.

Please, allow me.

Thank you.

Did you want me to
come up with you?

Why don't we leave
the police to do their job?

It's Dale, isn't it?

Yes sir, Dale Hardy.

Yes, of course, your
father was a patient of mine.

This must all be a
dreadful shock for you.

Yeah, Rod does all the
deliveries for Dad's bakery.

Well, my bakery now
since Dad passed.

Rod's been helping me out.

I see, and tell me,

anyone else been up
the tower since last night?

No.

Bill, sorry, Sergeant Hobart
locked it all up last night.

Right, thank you both.

Alright, Charlie?

Yeah.

Hell of a view.

I'll say.

So, Charlie, there's
a call out to a fire,

someone rings the
bell, volunteers arrive,

they climb aboard the truck,

and in this case,
head out to Brown Hill.

Rod arrives late...

- Maybe.
- Mmm-hmm.

Why does he come up here?

Well...

To end it all.

Humor me Charlie.

It would've been
quite dark, yes.

Doc! What are you doing?

It's alright Charlie.

Now, he would have
been standing here.

No, that's not right,
hang on a minute.

Careful!

There, there Charlie.

He was definitely
facing this way.

And he was trying to hold on.

He fell, and caught
himself with one hand,

but he wouldn't have been
able to hold on for very long,

and I think someone was
applying pressure to his wrist,

perhaps even
striking it repeatedly.

Which would explain
the bruising, yes?

Yes, yes, that sounds
right, Doc, take it easy!

Charlie, look here.

See, here?

Yeah, I can see that.

Based on what we can see here,

these were not the actions
of a man trying to k*ll himself.

No, but yours
definitely are, Doc.

Charlie, I was...

Doc!

I got ya!

Got ya!

Thank you, Charlie.

Charlie, look.

There was definitely someone
else on that ledge with Rod.

We found a second partial
hand print under the railing.

It looks like the same
stains as Rod's prints.

Yes.

Anything else from the
examination of the body?

There was some kind of black
residue under Rod's finger nails.

Doctor Harvey should have
the forensic results back shortly.

Well, this definitely
wasn't su1c1de.

Somebody planted that note.

Bill's been filling
me in on Rod Drury.

What a colorful character.

Now, we have confirmed
this is Rod's writing,

but take a look
at this edge here.

Yes, it's been cut,
very neatly by the looks.

So, someone went through
a fair bit of trouble here.

Make sure all of this
is going in the report.

Yes, sir.

Bill, just hold on one
moment, would you?

- It's not finished.
- I do apologize.

Frank, I'd say that note was
written on carbon backed paper.

Do you think there
might be a copy?

Rod ran a delivery business.

Let's check all his
receipt books and ledgers.

Find out all his movements
in the last couple of days.

What about me, Boss?

Me and the boys were going
over to Rod's place this morning,

I'll keep an eye
out for what's there.

I reckon most of the delivery
books are here in his van.

Now, well done, Charlie.

Ah, alcohol for The
Columnist's Club.

And a bread delivery for Dale's
Bakery, done yesterday by the looks of it.

No receipt books.

I'll check out the front.

And I'll check those
boxes up the back there.

Thank you, Charlie.

Looks like someone else

has been searching for a
copy of the letter as well.

Ah, I think I've got something.

Yes, me too.

It's a list of debts,
small amounts mostly.

Look here, N.K.,
whoever N.K. is,

- they owed Rod 200 pounds.
- Bloody hell.

What have you found?

That's a very good
question, Charlie.

I found these in that last
box up the far corner there.

Why would Rod hide
those things in here?

I don't know.

But I do know where
we might find an answer.

Yeah, well, that's just it.

Another chip pan fire.

You don't hear a thing
until it's almost too late.

Just lucky we got there in time.

You couldn't have seen more than
two feet in front of your own faces...

The house is still
standing though,

and no one got hurt.

You can't do much
more than that, mate.

Leave those.

I said leave it!

They were from Rod.

He gave them to me last week.

It's alright, it's alright now.

Kathleen, let's get you up.

Is everything alright, Kath?

It'll be alright, Mr. Lancaster.

Sergeant Hobart
told us the news sir.

We knew it wasn't su1c1de.

It's alright, Cec.

If there's anything me or the other
fierys can do to help, you just ask.

Well, as a matter of fact,

Mr. Lancaster,
there is something.

Charlie, are you there?

Thank you.

We found this in Rod's van.

Now, as far as
you know, is it his?

Rod only ever wore a suede coat.

He had a coat at the station
for call outs, but that's not it.

Right.

Then I'm wondering
why would he effectively

keep it hidden in his van?

Perhaps, it didn't
belong to him, or...

I'm not sure what
you're getting at mate,

but now's not the
time or the place.

We're all here to
pay our respects.

Of course.

Kathleen, please
forgive me, I...

It's alright.

I extend that to you too,
of course, Mr. Lancaster.

No, I'm fine Doc,
just look after Kath.

Davis, I've got Rod's books
for you in the spare room.

Well, I'll just go and
pop the kettle on.

Very good, Cec.

My Roddy had a
finger in a lot of pies.

But he wasn't a crook,
he was a good man.

He loved me, still
bringing me flowers.

After all these years.

Oh, come here.

Doc, Rod's receipt books.

Sergeant.

Listen, it could be nothing,

but you might want to check out

Neil Kirby's
movements last night.

The Public Inn at the Red Hand.

Neil Kirby, N.K..

Rod had a bit of a blue with Neil
awhile back outside the ROSL.

Some army bloke
had to break it up.

Neil wouldn't let it go,
said he'd get Rod back.

I don't know, maybe he meant it.

I found out he'd
been ripping me off.

Is that what your fight
was about at the ROSL?

When was the last
time you saw Rod?

Yesterday, about 3,
he came in for a drink.

I thought you'd
had a falling out?

He wanted to smooth things over.

I see, and where
were you last night

between the hours of
nine and ten o'clock?

I was here cleaning up. Why?

- Can anyone vouch for that?
- No, I was here alone.

Look, I'm sorry that Rod jumped,

but it had nothing
to do with me.

He didn't jump, he was pushed.

You owed Rod 200 pounds.

You didn't think
to mention that.

It's not what you think.

I can prove it.

If you'd just let me go
upstairs and get my books.

Charlie, I might
head to the hospital,

start running tests on those
items we found in Rod's van.

Sure thing Doc,
I can handle this.

Good man.

It could be the same
residue we found

on the victim's hands
and under his nails,

but I won't know for sure
until I get the test results back.

Quite.

Alice, what do you make of these
fragments I found in his coat pockets?

Hmm, it's not bone, a
similar texture though.

- Maybe from a china cup?
- Well, maybe.

And look, here on the lapel.

Now, something was pinned
there at some point over,

a badge or a medal, something.

You think all this might have something
to do with why Mr. Drury was m*rder*d?

Right now, the only
thing I am certain of

is that he had a secret.

Wait, where are you taking that?

A few more tests I
wanna run myself.

What, you can't do them here?

Best not.

Heading off Mr. Kirby?

I've got deliveries to make.

I can't spend all day standing
around talking to you lot.

Out of the car.

Don't!

Let's start with the 200 pounds.

Must be a weight off your
soldiers now Rod's dead.

What was it really Mr. Kirby?

Rod lent you the money,
then held it over you,

So you att*ck him
outside the ROSL.

Sound right?

Or maybe, maybe it
wasn't about the money.

Maybe it was about
Rod revealing your secret.

I don't have any bloody secrets.

Not in this town.

Everyone knows I lost half
of everything in the divorce.

- Must've stung.
- Yes.

Rod bailed me out.

And then he goes to the
ROSL behind my back,

and cuts me off
supplying them their booze

until I paid him back,
doing all this for money,

making himself out to
be some sort of big man

while he's ripping me off.

So, he deserved to die?

Is that what you told yourself
when you lured him up to that tower?

By the way, you've got some
boot polish on your collar, Mr. Kirby.

I noticed it at the pub.

Been using it in
your hair, have you?

You know, we found
a black substance

under Rod's fingernails?

Did he grab at your hair while he was
trying to save himself up on that ledge?

According to this,
since the divorce,

you've been staying at
the pub in the room upstairs.

Well, that's one straightaway
from the fire station, isn't it?

Get his prints, take him
downstairs to the lock up.

I'll let the boss know
what he has to say.

Okay.

So, Neil Kirby's contracts

to supply alcohol to the club
are now in Rod Drury's name.

Yes sir. We signed it over to him two
months ago with some special conditions.

Right.

And you mind if I
see those contracts?

It'll take me
awhile to find it, sir.

I can wait.

And just another thing,

apparently there
was a fight here

between the two men
a few months back.

- Was that over the contracts?
- I'm not sure.

I understand one of your
members broke up that fight.

Is he here now, or?

Mr. Carlyle.

Major Alderton.

Well, you here
for a drink Frank,

or would you like
a tip on the horses?

Thank you, no, I'm looking
into the m*rder of Rod Drury.

Should I know him?

Well, apparently,
you broke up a fight

between he and Neil
Kirby a few months back.

Kirby, I do know.

He served with me,
didn't he Sergeant.

Yes, a terrible temper,
but a good soldier.

Gave the other bloke quite a hiding,
and they shook hands at the end of it.

Oh, they shook hands?

Oh well, just a couple of blokes

letting off some steam
sir, nothing more.

Here's your contract sir,
and the special conditions.

- Well, thank you Major.
- Sergeant.

Take a second, Lieutenant.

Lucien, what on
earth are you doing?

It smells like
mothballs in here!

Cec is here to see
you. I've made some tea.

Tea.

Lovely, thank you Jean.

Lucien, Cec hasn't
been able to sleep.

I was hoping you could give
me something to help, sir,

if it's not too much trouble?

Oh, of course, of course.

I'll write a
prescription up for you.

Now, Cec, forgive me.

I do need to ask...
thank you Jean.

Last night, Rod was at The
Columnist's making a delivery, yes?

Yes, once a week, same time.

And then we'd have a drink
at the office out the back.

Just the two of us.

It was our time.

Yes, but last night he was
called to the fire station.

Well, no, not exactly sir.

He was with me when he
heard the first bell, eight rings.

Eight rings, that's Brown Hill.

Yes, then the
bell shouted again.

Rod thought it was
probably a false alarm.

He said he'd be right back,

but he never came back.

Right, and what time was
the second bell would you say?

A quarter to ten.

That's very precise.

Well, I checked my watch when
I saw Mrs. Blake on the street.

Mei Lin.

What was she doing?

I don't know sir, she
was looking for you.

We spoke briefly, then she...

Then she went off in the
same direction as Rod.

That was Mrs.
Humitt, with two Ts?

And that's a rare spider orchid?

Do you mind if I take
a couple more photos?

Ladies and gentlemen,

would you please gather
around for the prize giving?

Please take your seat.

This year's floral competition has
become particularly a nice standard.

Special mention should
go to Mrs. Elizabeth Owens

for her outstanding...

Charlie, you're home early.

- I hope I'm not intruding.
- No, not at all.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Rose phoned me today.

She has something
you should probably see.

Really?

I took some
photographs this morning,

and I've got these
by pure accident.

These are Mrs. Blake
with Major Alderton.

Yes.

I don't know what
any of this means,

but I think Doctor
Blake should see them.

Have you shown anyone else?

They clearly know one another.

She hasn't mentioned
any of this to the doc.

I didn't know what to do.

Just leave them with me for now.

Thank you Rose.

- Lucien.
- Mei Lin.

That lovely young lady
downstairs, Iris, let me in.

You don't mind, do you?

Of course not.

Where have you been?

Out, walking, I
needed some fresh air.

Yes, of course.

Do you know I've never asked you

where you go during the days?

Lucien, why are
you being like this?

I need to know where
you were at 9:45 last night.

I was here, in bed, reading!

You have no right to
go through my things.

Mei Lin, where did you get it?

I will not be interrogated
by my husband!

You were seen last night

outside The Columnist's
Club at a quarter to ten.

Not long after, only three streets
away, a man fell to his death.

This Star of David, as far as
we can tell, belonged to him.

Now, you have to
tell me what you know!

Mei Lin, please tell the chief
superintendent what you told me.

I heard voices shouting
and a heavy thud.

And I saw a body
fall from the tower.

And did you see anyone
else, on the tower maybe?

No.

And this...

Where was this?

I put my hand on his
wrist to check his pulse,

it fell out of his hand.

And you just took it with you?

I didn't even realize I still had
it until I got back to the hotel.

Mrs. Blake, why would you not
call for the police or run for help?

I was scared.

Scared of what?

That you'd have me
arrested or deported.

Mei Lin, why didn't you
come to me with all this?

I'm a Chinese
national in a small town

with a husband who
keeps me in a hotel

while he lives with
his housekeeper.

Why would I come
to you for anything?

And is there anything
else you might have seen?

A car, it came out from
behind the fire station.

A car.

Did it stop?

I don't know, I don't think so.

Can you describe
the vehicle for me?

I couldn't really see. The
lights were too bright in my face.

But there's a chance the
driver may have seen you?

So, we have still
have a missing letter,

we have a car at the scene,

but no make, model, or color.

And this Star of David,

- but no real suspects.
- What about Kirby?

I've got a copy of Rod's
agreement with the ROSL.

Seems he's true to his word.

He'd only taken
the ROSL contract

until the 200 pounds that
Kirby owed him was paid back,

and there was only one
more payment left to make.

The only thing that might
connect the two though

is the black residue
under Rod's fingernails.

Well, initial testing
suggests whatever it is,

it isn't oil based.

So, in other words,
it's not boot polish.

In that case, we can't
hold Kirby, so, let him go.

Frank?

Our local heroes.

Yes, I know where
you're going with this.

I've already had
Bill and Charlie

talk to the lot of
them last night.

Six firefighters, all at
the blaze of Brown Hill

when Rod fell to his death.

Alright.

Listen, if the k*ller
did see your wife,

they may think that
she can identify them.

Yes, that thought
had crossed my mind.

Now, they'll be a man out here
tonight to make sure you're safe.

And where will you be, Lucien?

If you really wanted me to be
safe, we could leave this place,

we could go
anywhere, start again.

I know the army
would take you back.

It's not that simple, Mei Lin.

I can't just,

I can't just leave.

Mei Lin.

Dale, I have a few
more questions for you.

You said last night,

you were the first volunteer to
the station after the call went out.

Yeah, that's right.

And when did you decide to call
The Courier to tell them about the fire?

It was you that made
the call, wasn't it?

From the station.

I was just following
orders, you know.

So, it wasn't your idea.

Mr. Lancaster probably
told you to call the paper.

No, we called the
captain at his home,

so he could meet us there.

- It was Mr. Rowe.
- I see.

Did you find it odd, in all the chaos
that you were asked to notify the press?

Mate, mate, if there's
something you need to say,

now's the time to say it.

You know how Rod hurt
himself in a big warehouse fire

about three months ago.

Copped a pretty decent
whack to the head.

Broke his wrist.

After he had got out of
the hospital he changed.

I reckon the accident
did his head in.

That's why he jumped.

Dale, Rod didn't
take his own life.

Someone forced
him from that tower.

- I thought he jumped.
- Who told you he jumped?

Alright, now, you think you
can give me a big breath?

That's good, and again.

Alright.

So kind of you to come
and check on us, Doctor.

Oh, not at all, I promised the
Fire Brigade I'd call in on you.

You are a champion, aren't you?

Lungs are clear,
I'll just put this away.

Sam, he loves fire engines.

Yes.

Here we go sweetie.

Be a good boy for Mommy.

Ah, yes you are.

Come here, come here.

Patricia?

Yes.

Any idea how the fire started?

I was sure the stove was off
when I put the children to bed,

and then there
was this loud bang,

and suddenly there was this man

pounding on our front
door telling us all to get out.

Right, a neighbor?

No, no, a fireman,
Captain Lancaster.

We could've lost everything.

So, just to be clear, you
didn't call the fire station?

No, we don't have a phone.

Right.

Doctor.

- Rose, just here for a...
- Follow up story. Yes,

just got some quotes
from the neighbors.

Right, and they're very lucky
someone spotted the blaze,

and the fireys got here
as quickly as they did.

I'm sure the family
connection probably helped.

Family connection?

Doc, Mr. Rowe here is
just clarifying some points

from his statement
last night about the fire.

Yes, the one at
his cousin's house.

Patricia, isn't it? Lovely girl.

Two gorgeous kiddies,
very lucky no one was hurt.

Where were you when
the fire was reported?

I was at the fire station.

I had been covering
night shifts 6 PM to 8 AM.

I took the call at
the station house,

I phoned the captain, then I
sounded the bell, eight rings.

For Brown Hill?

And so the volunteers who
couldn't make it to the fire station

could meet us there.

But we didn't
have a lot of time,

I made as many calls as I could.

More volunteers arrived,

then we headed out.

Now, if that's answered all your
questions, I should get back to work.

One last thing Mr. Rowe.

Dale Hardy mentioned
Rod hurt himself

in a warehouse fire
three months back.

Or had that slipped
your mind as well?

- Meaning my warehouse?
- Yes.

I lost everything in that fire, my
whole business b*rned to the ground.

And Rod Drury
almost lost his life.

He did, a falling beam hit him.

We barely managed to get him
out before the whole thing collapsed.

You think this is about the
insurance payout, don't you?

Something like that, yes.

Look, I don't like to
speak ill of the dead,

but Rod believed
I lit that fire,

demanded I give him some
of the insurance money,

or he would go the police.

I refused to give him a penny.

You asked, what happens now?

Now, we're gonna
take your fingerprints.

And you better hope they
don't match the partials

we found at the
scene of the crime.

Are we clear?

Well, that's a bugger.

Mr. Rowe's prints don't match the
ones we found at the crime scene.

Are you sure?

Maybe we can bring
Dale in for questioning.

He certainly knows more than
he's leading on, I can tell you that.

Why? Neither of them were at
the fire station when Rod d*ed.

They were in Brown
bloody Hill, same as me.

Yes, but look, that house is barely
ten minutes from the fire station.

Now, someone could've
slipped away in all the confusion...

Lucien, they have six
men including my sergeant.

The family and the bloody
Courier to back them up.

We have nothing, which is why
we need to release Mr. Rowe.

Right.

First thing tomorrow,

I want every record we
have on the warehouse fire.

Police, fire, insurance reports,

and I want our men out
of the Brown Hill house.

Interviewing family, neighbors,
anyone who was there.

Yes sir.

Ah, Mr. Lancaster.

Superintendent, some of the boys told
me that you're questioning Theodore Rowe.

Yes, just due
process I'm afraid.

Yes, speaking of which
Mr. Lancaster, would you mind terribly

giving us a set of
your fingerprints?

- We only need the right hand.
- Lucien.

You can try.

Thank you.

I trust this isn't too
uncomfortable for you.

Goodness me.

I am sorry, Mick.

Oh no, it's fine, I
understand due process.

I might wait outside,
if that's alright.

Well, it was worth a try.

Jean, are you awake?

Lucien.

I was wondering if I
could ask you something?

Of course.

Earlier when you came
to see me in my study,

what did you say
about the smell?

It smelt like mothballs.

Bloody mothballs, of
course, naphthalene dust.

- Hmm?
- Jean...

Thank you.

Oh Lucien, Alice left
a message earlier.

She has results
back from the lab.

You need to return
her call in the morning.

Right.

Well, thank you.

- Good night.
- Yes.

I don't take kindly to
these kinds of threats!

I've been more than most.

He doesn't want to have
anything to do with me!

You agreed to the terms.

If you don't bring him in,

we both know what happens next.

Fine, I'll try one more time.

Tonight.

And he stays until morning.

I'll be watching.

What are we looking for, Doc?

Theodore Rowe's warehouse
fire was over three months ago.

There's nothing here, Doc.

Still bringing me flowers
after all these years.

Rod was here, and not that
long ago by the looks of it.

Laying flowers for the dead.

The ash we found in
his van came from here.

And those small fragments of
what we thought might've been

china or porcelain,
part of a tooth.

From an old fashioned
set of porcelain dentures.

Not combustible,
impossible to burn.

So, the coat, the Star of David,

you think somebody d*ed in
the fire and Rod knew about it?

Yes, the secret he
could no longer live with.

Then there's somewhere
we need to go.

What's all this?

Eli Rosen,
Russian-Jewish immigrant.

He'd been sleeping
rough, in fact,

he'd been camping out at the
warehouse on Eureka Street

curiously no one's
seen him since the fire.

Rod had been doing his
own investigation with the fire.

He told one of the old hobos

that just before he got
hit by an overhead beam,

he saw a body in the flames.

What's more, the hobo told us that
Rod bought Eli’s old jacket off him.

Yes, Rod's colleagues weren't
remotely interested in what he had to say.

He was going to
blow the whistle.

He was going to go to the
police with all the evidence,

and he was k*lled
before he had the chance.

Well, it's a hell of a story,

but none of it helps us
catch Rod Drury's k*ller.

Kirby's clean, and all of our
suspects have water tied alibis.

It's all there.

Mr. Rowe on the hose,
Bill and Dale behind him,

then Lancaster on
the head and side.

Rose, you were there
right to the very end, yes?

Yes, until just after 11, then
they all headed back to the station.

Rowe may have every
reason to want Rod dead,

but he didn't push
him off that tower.

No doubt about it.

Your brother knew
a good whiskey.

He certainly did, sir.

Just a pity that he
didn't get to drink it.

- To Rod.
- To Rod.

Oh Cec, my dear friend.

I am so sorry, I feel
like I've let you down.

No, not at all.

I just feel better
knowing that...

Rod d*ed trying to
do the right thing.

That was him.

Never one to follow blindly.

He was always his own man.

Right to the end.

Excuse me.

Never one to
just blindly follow.

Stop!

Stop, everyone calm down.

Who took the call?

I'm sorry, I do beg your
pardon, it was me, false alarm.

What the hell are
you playing at?

I'm just testing a theory, Mick,

in relation to that
Brown Hill fire,

and I think I've worked it out.

You see, first of all, someone
deliberately set that fire

using naphthalene
dust as an accelerate.

It's made from mothballs.

And then, I love this
bit, smoke bombs.

Look at those.

Easy enough to make.

Saltpeter and sugar mostly.

It's how you create enough smoke

to maintain the illusion that
no one ever left the scene.

Okay lads, let's
go, show's over.

What's the matter, Mr. Rowe?

You don't want your men to hear

about the insurance
job you and Mick pulled

that k*lled a homeless man.

Rod Drury knew, and he
had the evidence to prove it.

He had the dead man's
coat, partial remains,

and he put it all in a letter.

Didn't he Mick?

Local hero.

Imagine, imagine
if word got out,

people found out what
you and Mr. Rowe had done.

Hero!

All that would go
away wouldn't it?

You'd be ruined.

The night Rod d*ed we
were at the Brown Hill fire

risking our lives
for people like you!

Yes.

Yes, Mick taking charge
at the head of the hose,

you, Mr. Rowe, right behind him.

And where were you, Dale?

- Inside the house?
- No.

Bill Hobart and I were
feeding the hose at the door.

I see.

Anyone else actually go inside?

Nope, there was too much smoke.

Too much smoke.

You went back
to the fire station,

you sounded that
bell the second time,

and you m*rder*d Rod Drury,

and then returned to the fire

without anyone even
realizing you'd gone.

And Rod tried to hold
onto you, didn't he?

To stop himself from falling.

That's how he got the
naphthalene on his hands,

and under his finger nails.

And speaking of hands, Mick,

Your hands, last night
at the police station,

I didn't expect
them to be burnt.

Well, certainly not so severely.

You burnt them
yourself, didn't you?

After you realized you left that
partial set of prints in the tower.

He's lying,

I've always done the right thing
by my men, by my community.

Yes, of course.

You doctored Rod's letter
to look like a su1c1de note,

and you left it in his pocket.

Now, there was a carbon
copy of the original letter.

I'm sure you've dealt with that.

However, it looks
like you didn't think

to deal with the
carbon paper itself.

You're no hero, Mick.

No.

Rod Drury was the hero.

He was never one
to just blindly follow,

but he trusted you, just like
all of these men trusted you.

But you betrayed him,

And you betrayed all of them.

Bill?

Lucien, can I pour you a drink?

Please.

Thank you.

Jean, we need to talk.

- Lucien.
- Please, let me.

I should have told
you, honestly how I feel.

That I'm, that I'm ready to,

to let go of my...

Stubborn sense of duty,

and that the past
is just that, it's,

it's past.

I should have told you...

I should have told
you that I'm finally

ready to follow my heart.

Please don't get that.

Yes, Doctor Lu...

Alright.

Alright, I'm on my way.

Something's happened.

Lucien, I have
something to tell you.

I'll be back as
quickly as I can.

We'll finish this as soon
as I get home, I promise.

I promise.

Now, Mei Lin, when we
spoke on the telephone,

you said someone threatened you.

Sit down, please.

Thank you.

I need to tell you about
what happened in Hong Kong.

When I arrived by boat,

when I was put into that camp...

Mei Lin, please don't.

You need to see what
they did to women like me.

Oh, dear God.

Mei Lin, I am so sorry.

- Please.
- Lucien.

- We mustn't.
- Lucien.

Our daughter's
life depends on it.

Lee?

What do you mean?

Mei Lin.

Derek Alderton found
me over a year ago.

He offered to get
me out of the camp

to bring me here to you.

I agreed to help him.

He never told me anything.

He never even told me
that Lee was still alive,

not until later.

Not until they centered him.

There's so much
that you need to know.

I should have given
these to you sooner.

She's been meeting
with him behind your back.

I didn't know how to tell you.

It's alright, Jean.

It's alright, I know.

She told me.

Alderton's been using her.

Blackmailing her,
threatening my family.

All to get to you?

I promise you this...

I promise you,

I will make things right.
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