05x03 - The Call of the Void

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(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CRASHING)

Police! This is a raid!

Get up!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Where's your boyfriend, mate?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Sleep tight. We'll be back.

Don't you walk away.

What right do you have, huh?

(GROANS)

Sarge!

Come on.

We'll come in here any
time we damn well please.

You got that?

Coward!

You're a coward!

Table four.

I need two more lamb.

Can I do anything?

Yes.

Let him go this
time, Henry, really.

Last night, it...
it wasn't easy.

Thank you, again.

Table four, what
are you waiting for?

Go.

JEAN: It seems strange
drinking in public after hours.

Oh, Ballarat's catching
up with the rest of the world.

Mm, maybe a little too quickly.

Hm?

Oh, isn't she wonderful?

I think it's good to shake
things up a little sometimes.

Well, it may have a fancy name,

but I know a good rabbit
stew when I see one.

Yes.

Oh, well, it all looks
perfectly delicious, doesn't it?

But I can't go past the lamb.

Everything all right?

Yes, it's fine.

Good evening, Jean. Doctor,
my apologies for the wait.

Henry, congratulations
on the restaurant.

It's just lovely.

Thank you.

We were just
commenting on your art.

Yes.

No landscapes, Henry.

Goodness, there'll be riots.

Phillipe, my chef, he's French.

He doesn't quite
understand Ballarat.

Ah.

HENRY: Now, are
you ready to order?

Tonight's specials include
the moules marinere.

(SCREAMING)

Excuse me.

I better see what's going on.

BARBARA: Oh!

Just, that bloody
pot handle broke.

Henry, do you
have a first aid kit?

Yes.

Goodness me, that looks nasty.

No, I can't stop now.

I've got meals to get out.

Really? You don't look
like a Phillipe to me.

I'm Barbara, the sous.

Phillipe is, um...

He's unwell.

All right, see if there's
a gauze in there, yes?

I'll find some ice.

Very good.

Try and keep your hand
steady for me, Barbara,

so I can have a good look.

Oh!

Lucien?

Just hold it under
there for me, yes?

BLAKE: Goodness me.

What? What is it?

Oh, God, Phillipe.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm guessing he
tried to pull himself up.

Oh, he's frozen.

Yes, well, partially.

Rigor mortis has done the rest.

You can see blood from a
head wound frozen on his face.

Well, maybe he
fell, hit his head.

No, I'd say he's been in a fight,
Charlie, quite recently by the looks.

And I tell you what,
they've had a real go at him.

I've got to just quickly...

What happened here?

BLAKE: Well, we're not sure yet.

He may have suffered
some internal bleeding,

judging by that
bruising to his abdomen.

Terrible.

And, Charlie,

what do you think this is?

Huh. No idea.

Do you mind if I take
that for a closer look later?

Be my guest.

Curious.

CHARLIE: How are
we going to get him out?

I'll take care of that.

Righto.

- Oh.
- Bill?

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm terribly sorry
about this, Phillipe.

I can't believe he was
in there all this time.

CHARLIE: When did
you last see him, uh, Mrs...

Cornish, Barbara Cornish.

Yesterday about
3:00 in the afternoon.

We were closed last night, but
we had the fruit and veg delivery.

And Phillipe was meeting
with the new butcher.

And you didn't go into
the freezer earlier today?

We hardly ever use it.

It's one of Henry's
extravagances, really.

BARBARA: I put the
meat in the freezer.

Phillipe said no
self-respecting chef

would use anything but fresh,
so that lot's all gone to waste.

Sorry.

That's all right.

So no one else
has gone in there?

We didn't need to go
in until dessert, really.

I see.

Mrs. Cornish, if the restaurant was
closed last night, you were where?

Oh, at the hospital.

My neighbor is ill.

And they let me
sit late with her.

She doesn't have anyone else.

Well, that'll be all
we need for now.

Thank you.

CHARLIE: You got a theory?

Pardon?

With what happened.

Slippery floor.

No, his shoes were rubber soled.

BILL: Oh.

What happened?

I'm not sure yet, Henry.

I am so sorry.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Poor Henry.

He and Phillipe were very close.

Yes.

No, I'm afraid I'm
going to have to...

I'll take Henry home.

All right.

ALICE: Life in stasis.

What's that?

ALICE: Frozen.

He's decomposing in slow motion.

Yes, which will slow us down in
determining the cause of death.

And to prevent tissue damage,
we'll need to thaw him slowly.

Now, given his weight

and the fact he was last
seen at around 9:30 last night...

He’ll have only
partially frozen.

Yes.

We won't be able to autopsy
until late tomorrow, I'd say.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Calling to see?

Ah, "the call of the void."

It's like, um, like a
voice in your head

calling you to do
dangerous things.

My Latin's stronger
than my French.

I'm sure he didn't
think coming to Ballarat

was a dangerous thing to do.

No.

Here's another one.

This one looks fresh.

The ink hasn't flared
under the skin yet.

He must have that
somewhere in town.

I suspect he's done it himself.

"Promesse a Fantine."

Promised to...

Victor Hugo, Les Miserable,
my mother's favorite.

Why would someone
tattoo that onto their body?

Well, Fantine sacrificed
everything for her child.

Perhaps this is a
tribute to his mother,

or I don't know,
a promise to her?

Well, I can't even take
bloods until the body is thawed.

No.

We could start with x-rays.

Now, the neck, something
doesn't look quite right.

His hand as well.

The fingers look broken.

Yes, um, I'm afraid that was me.

LAWSON: According
to your statement,

the last time you
saw Phillipe was 9:30?

The previous night, yes.

That's when he left.

It didn't concern you
when he didn't come home?

We'd had an argument.

He's done this before,
disappeared for the night.

What was the argument about?

Me.

What was the nature of your
friendship with Phillipe Noah?

Just that.

We were friends.

But you lived together.

He lodged with me, yes.

Why don't you ask the question
you really want the answer to?

All right, were you in a
h*m* relationship with him?

That would be illegal.

Can you think of anyone
that might want to hurt Phillipe?

He could be temperamental,
arrogant, mercurial.

So French, then.

If you like.

He had enemies.

Anyone in particular?

He fired Wayne
Robinson last week.

The butcher?

Phillipe had an
issue with the meat.

He confronted Robinson.

Robinson called him a...

He was very insulting
and disrespectful.

CHARLIE: Did
Mr. Robinson thr*aten him?

I don't know.

When you said you and
Phillipe argued about you,

what do you mean?

He called me a coward.

Why would he call you a coward?

Because that's what I am.

Does this have anything to
do with the bruises on Phillipe?

Did you hit him?

You had an argument.

Did it get physical?

Why don't you ask one of yours
where the bruises came from?

BILL: It was an
anonymous tip off.

And?

BILL: And I came back on
duty and I took Ned with me.

It's logged and all above board.

Henry Dent claims that
you b*at Phillipe Noah.

Well, he's lying. He
wasn't even there.

Wasn't he?

BLAKE: Bill, the man's
covered in bruises.

His torso, his face.

Yeah, well, they're not from me.

I didn't touch his face.

Bill, you know
how serious this is.

OK, he grabbed Ned
as we were going out.

I pulled the bloke off him.

And there was a bit of a
scrap, but nothing serious.

Right?

That's right, boss.

You're not going to take that
Dent's word against mine, are you?

You get anything on
the restaurant staff?

Well, they've all got alibis for
the night Phillipe went missing.

Most of the staff were at the
same house for a dinner until 12:30.

CHARLIE: One of them
was home with his family.

And one of the chefs was visiting a
neighbor in hospital, a Mrs. Wilson.

And, yeah, they all check out.

Did you get time of death?

Well, sometime between 9:00
PM and midnight, but it's a guess.

BLAKE: We can't perform an
autopsy until the body thaws out.

When it does, let's hope it tells
the same story you just told me.

Where do you want to start?

(POUNDING)

Yeah, I know him.

Wears a light wrist watch.

Gives a careful handshake,
know what I mean?

Yeah.

I get it.

He d*ed last night from injuries
caused by an unknown assailant.

What?

And you think it was me?

Mr. Robinson, I'd like you
to come down to the station.

We can talk about it there.

I've got a business to run.

Can't just walk out.

Well, I'm sure your daughter
can look after the shop for an hour.

CHARLIE: It's not a
request, Mr. Robinson.

He accused me of
plumping my meat.

I lost a good
contract over that.

Plumping?

Filling it with water
to up the weight.

And were you?

Of course not.

Must have upset you,
accused of being a crook.

Yeah.

But not worth k*lling over.

Though maybe a limp
handshake would be.

Where were you two nights ago

between the hours
of 9:00 and 12:00?

I was at the lock-in till 10:30,

and then home with
my daughter Tilly.

She'll vouch for me.

Right.

So when did you find time to make
your anonymous call to the police, then?

CHARLIE: That
was you, wasn't it?

So what if I did?

What they do is
disgusting and illegal.

What makes you think it's true?

Of course it's true. Everyone
down at the pub talks about it.

LAWSON: Well, that
doesn't make it truth.

It makes it drunken gossip.

People like those two,
they're not right in the head.

Cervical displacement
consistent with a lot of force.

And the energy of the blow,
spread over a wide area.

And Alice, look, this
Y-shaped fracture

to the front of the skull.

The blow to the head k*lled
him, not internal bleeding.

You sound relieved.

Well, in theory, this could
be enough to clear Bill Hobart.

Of m*rder, maybe,
but not as*ault.

That's quite an impact.

Yes.

Something heavy
with a broad base.

Now, we just need
to figure out what.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCRAPING NOISES)

(GASPS) Oh!

BARBARA: Oh my God!

Doctor, you... You just
took 10 years off me!

Barbara, forgive me.

I am... I am sorry.

I... should you be doing
that with your hand?

Where's Henry?

Oh, no, I didn't
want to worry him.

He's got enough to
deal with at the moment.

Of course.

Do you mind if I, um...

Uh, may I?

I'm just... tell me, Phillipe,
what did you make of him?

Ah, I can't say I
liked him much.

He was arrogant, self-righteous,
not that he had cause to be.

Why do you say that?

I used to find empty
bottles in the bins outside.

Really?

Stashed like he was
keeping them a secret.

I know the signs.

My husband, rest his soul,
worked on a Snowy Hydro Scheme.

Drove himself to
drink, in the end.

Barbara, I'm so sorry.

Not your fault, Doctor.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLANGING)

That could be anyone's.

It probably happened
at the scene

when we were locking it down.

You didn't go into the freezer.

Bill, if you've got something
to tell us, for God's sake...

I swear, someone's planted
that to make me look guilty.

You're on desk
until further notice.

But boss, I didn't...

Either that or you could be stood
down till we can work this out.

It's your choice,
Senior Sergeant.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Best do as he
says for now, Bill.

Thanks for your support, mate.

Every station needs a
bulldog like Bill Hobart.

I should have kept
him on a shorter leash.

Well, let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

There is still a lot
of blanks to fill in.

How can I help
you, Mrs. Beazley?

I'll take a pound of
sausages and a leg of lamb.

Thank you, Tilly.
(SHOP BELL DINGS)

GRACE: Why was he even here?

I know. Perhaps he should
have stayed in France.

Hello, Grace, Victoria.

Jean, didn't we see you
last night at Caf Voltaire?

Yes, I'm sure you did.

GRACE: Appalling
situation, wasn't it?

Well, your doctor must have
some insight into what happened.

Well, even if he did,

I don't see why you'd assume
that he'd share it with me.

Well, you and he are...

Aren't you?

JEAN: Tilly, are you all right?

I hope you don't mind me
saying, but you look terrible.

Have you been ill?

I'm getting over it.

Why don't you pop in and let
Dr. Blake take a look at you?

I can't I'm here by myself.

Well, later on.

Maybe.

If I don't feel better.

Yes, do.

Grace, Victoria.

Ladies, how can I help you?

Got a minute?

Not at the moment, Rose.

This death in the freezer?

Is an active case.

I'm an active journalist.

Oh, you're like a dog with a
bone, just like your mother.

We are currently investigating.
There's no known causes yet.

How's that?

Uncle Matthew...

Superintendent!

Superintendent, word is is that
he was beaten by a police officer.

You're supposed to
report the facts, not rumors.

Edward wants something on this.

And it is better if
it comes from you.

What have you heard?

That a policeman was
seen leaving the house

the night that
Phillipe Noah d*ed.

Is there any connection?

Who told you that?

You know better than to ask.

Did the source
identify the officer?

I'm guessing it was Bill Hobart.

Rose, please, keep
your powder dry, for me.

LAWSON: Until we
establish cause of death...

I can hold off for 24 hours,
but not much more than that.

Either way, mum
says I'm just like you.

God help you then.

Do you have anything to go on?

I literally sat here and
watched the bruising develop

as the body thawed.

Yes, and the swelling, eh?

Almost certainly the fatal blow.

And Alice, look here, this
unusual hematoma developing.

A knuckle?

Maybe.

Though I'm not sure a knuckle
would make that sort of mark.

Right, let's have a good
look at that liver, shall we?

Pale color, isn't it?

Alcohol damage?

His bloods didn't
indicate alcohol.

Right, we'll need
a biopsy, then.

I'll get started.

The hematoma only appeared
once the body had thawed out,

which means we have
three distinct injuries

at three different times.

So someone att*cked
him after the raid

but before he was k*lled.

That seems unlikely
that three people all

att*cked the same bloke.

Henry said it himself.

Phillipe created a lot of
hostility around the town.

Well, if that's the case,
he had a hell of a night.

There is still the issue of
the button from the freezer.

Ah, it's knock-off time,
Charlie. Go home, eh?

Charlie, would you mind
telling Jean I'll be a little late?

Yeah, righto.

BLAKE: Thank you.

You look tired.

Ah, no, I'm fine.

How's the hotel?

You managing
those bloody stairs?

I'm not a total invalid.

Sorry, Lucien.

Tough day.

Of course.

Matthew, there
is something else.

BLAKE: Um, I'm waiting
on results from a liver biopsy,

but I'm fairly certain Phillipe
was suffering from hepatitis.

Hepatitis?

Yeah, I know.

We'll need to shut
that restaurant down

until we know what
we're dealing with.

That's all we need,
a major health scare.

Senior Sergeant Hobart.

I've got nothing to say to you.

You don't want to comment
on what people are saying?

I don't give a stuff
what people are saying.

I did my job, end of story.

Really?

Is it your job to rough up
innocent members of the public?

Unlike your boyfriend, some of
us have to get our hands dirty.

(SONG PLAYING, Charley
Harrison, Glimmer of Your Smile)

(SINGING) I'd swim the ocean
blue and walk from Everest

'round to Kathmandu.

For just one
glimmer of your smile.

The memory...

Henry, I hope you don't
mind. The door was open.

May I, um...

May I join you?

Why not.

Misery loves company.

Um, yes, yes,
why not, thank you.

The, um... the first
time I met Phillipe,

this song was playing.

Ah.

He hates this kind of music,
not modern enough for him.

But, um, it was my birthday.

Thank you.

I know what you must think.

Why would a young man like him

work for someone like me?

Oh, Henry.

A town like this, it
can offer a fresh start.

Henry, Phillipe had a new
tattoo, "a promise to Fantine."

Do you have any
idea what that means?

No idea.

I didn't know.

Ah.

Was he much of a drinker?

I only ask because I understand

there was an issue at the
restaurant with missing alcohol.

He had cleaned himself up
by the time I met him in Paris,

but, um...

He always struggled with it.

Nowadays, he was almost
evangelical about not drinking,

but he spent more and
more time at the restaurant

and stock started going missing.

Sometimes he wouldn't come home.

We fought about it.

I see.

Henry, Phillipe may
have been quite unwell.

BLAKE: Did you
ever notice any signs?

Sallow skin?

Tiredness?

Yes.

Why?

I'm almost certain he was
suffering from hepatitis.

What?

Now, until we know exactly
what we're dealing with,

I'm afraid we're going to have
to close down the restaurant

till further notice.

Well, they got what
they wanted then.

Who?

People have been trying to
close us down since we opened.

Phone calls and
horrible letters,

things scrawled on the
walls, some death threats.

Death threats?

For the love of God, Henry,

why on earth didn't
you tell the police?

(LAUGHING)

Oh, of course.

Do you still have
any of those letters?

JEAN: Oh, I can't imagine
what Henry's gone through.

At school, he was
always so particular.

He was bullied terribly
by the other boys,

but he never complained.

I think he always knew what they
were saying about him, though.

He wouldn't have been in
your class, though, surely.

No, his brother was, but
he lived down the road.

He was always so kind to
me when I was probably a pain.

He used to tell me
stories about how

he was going to be
a painter or a writer

and how he was going to go live in
London or Paris or anywhere but here.

Makes you wonder
why he came back.

Oh, I suppose it's home.

Sometimes you need
the place you belong to.

Even a place that hurts you?

It's the whispers
that hurt the most.

And I suppose he
hears those everywhere.

Jean, you know, the divorce
will be sorted soon enough.

And then... And then, well,
then they can all go to blazes.

By the way, is
that my lamb roast?

It just feels like every time I put a
roast in the fridge, somehow or other...

Yes.

I am sorry.

And all of this...

All of this, this is
all from Caf Voltaire.

I'm trying to determine
what could have caused

the skull fracture pattern.

You know, the angle,
the type of blow.

Something delivering
plenty of force,

but that's quite compact.

Right.

But...

But what?

Wouldn't the bone need
to be closer to the surface

to replicate a skull?

Um.

Like... oh, no, not that one.

Ah, this one's already chipped.

So...

(PLATE SHATTERS)

Bloody hell!

Sorry.

If we...

Don't cut your fingers.

Put that in there,

now, give that a whack.

That's very clever.

(THUD)

Ah!

It's a process of elimination.

Well, don't stay up too late.

How are you going
with those letters?

It's slow going.

(PHONE RINGING)

Constable Ned Simmons.

All right, we'll be right there.

Report of vandalism at
Henry Dent's restaurant.

Hey, hold your horses. You
can't go down there by yourself.

Should I call Bill?

We both know he
can't go out there.

It doesn't help to
cover for him, son.

I'm not.

(GRUNTS)

You finish that.

I'll head down
to the restaurant.

But your...

Just get onto Charlie and
tell him to meet me there.

Petrol?

Go around the back.

Oh, bugger it.

LAWSON: Police!

Stop!

(GROANS)

Charlie, coming your way!

Police!

Please! Please! Please!

Mr. Dent?

Let's go.

For the insurance?

What else?

Phillipe is dead.

The restaurant is dead.

I have nothing left.

Henry, we have
evidence to suggest

that someone followed Phillipe

when he left the
house the night he d*ed.

Well, it wasn't me.

I spent an hour trying to fix
the front door as best I could.

HENRY: And then, I went to bed.

What time was that?

10:00, 10:30.

I told you all of this.

HENRY: Why are we
even bothering with this?

We all know who k*lled Phillipe,

and you're not going
to do anything about it.

You're just going to sweep it
under the rug, sweep, sweep...

CHARLIE: Henry.
- Sweep, sweep...

- Henry!
- Sweep, sweep, sweep!

That's quite enough, thank you.

Maybe your Sergeant
saw something

when he came back to the house.

But are you even going
to ask him about it?

No, of course not.

So Senior Sergeant Hobart
came back to your house?

Why didn't you tell
us this before, Henry?

Because I was scared.

So why are you telling us now?

Because I don't care what
happens to me anymore.

(PHONE RINGING)

(KNOCKING)

BLAKE: No luck with the lamb.

I do have this little shard.

It's organic, some kind
of shell, I'm guessing.

But I don't think it belongs to
anything that swims in our waters.

Lucien, you didn't
hear the phone ringing?

Hm?

Charlie needs you to
go down to the station.

He's in a bad way, I think.

Right, leave it with me.

And Charlie, thank
you for calling.

Two now, two in the morning.

BLAKE: You want me to
have a look at that leg of yours?

You might want to have
a look at Henry Dent.

LAWSON: He's not in
the best frame of mind.

He's cooling off in the cells.

Right you are.

Thank you, Lucien.

BLAKE: Thank you, Charlie.

Henry, Chief
Superintendent Lawson

asked me to come
and check on you.

He's worried about you.

If he thinks I'm going
to do something,

he's got nothing to worry about.

HENRY: I'm a coward, remember?

You sure about this, Doc?

Yes, we'll be fine, Charlie.

Henry, you've suffered
a tremendous loss,

not to mention the
absolute shock of it all.

Now, I can give you
something to help you sleep.

I don't deserve to sleep.

HENRY: I told him to get out.

That night, he found a button
one of the policemen dropped.

HENRY: He said he was
going to bring it in as proof.

Make a complaint.

I told him no one
was going to listen.

It would only make things worse.

We argued.

And I was so angry.

HENRY: I told him to get out.

I thought he'd come back again.

That's not what happened.

Oh, for God's sake,
Bill, how many times

have you seen people go down
for being caught out in a lie?

I didn't lie.

Why'd you go back?

Yeah, there was
a bit of a scuffle.

I thought I might have
gone a bit hard, you know?

BILL: I just wanted to check.

I knocked and there
was no answer so I left.

That's it. (SIGHS)

Right, well, Henry said that
Phillipe had your button in his pocket

when he left the house.

LAWSON: He was going to
bring it to us in the morning

and lay a complaint.

So I'm in the clear?

Bill, he didn't live to
make the complaint.

It speaks to motive.

So why don't you just say what
you're bloody well thinking, then?

LAWSON: He's just
telling you how it looks.

We don't have a w*apon. We
don't have another strong suspect.

I've got the press
breathing down our necks.

And right now, the only
thing that's going for you, is us!

LAWSON: Now, get back to work!

I'm glad I caught you, Sergeant.

It's all right. I've got this.

Leave it, Rose, all right?

Let it go, please.

I have to follow
the leads I have.

Rose, a word, now.

Are you all right?
What's happened?

I thought I told you when I had
something to give you, you'll get it.

I have two hours until the
afternoon edition goes to print.

We don't work to The
Courier's timetable.

When I have information to
give you, you'll have it, all right?

Thank you.

- Boss?
- What?

There's been a report of a
suspected body in the lake.

Sergeant.

I've found something!

CHARLIE: We found the
bag, Henry, in the lake.

Why did you throw
Phillipe's belongings away?

Lying to the police, Mr. Dent,

you do understand how
guilty that makes you look?

I thought this time
he had gone for good.

Why did you think that?

Why would I k*ll him

and leave his body
in my restaurant?

Tell me that.

Why would I get rid of
his things and not him?

People do strange things
in the heat of the moment.

I didn't k*ll him.

I loved him.

And you can stand there and
pass judgement all you want,

but it won't make what
you're saying any more true.

DJ (ON RADIO): It was
almost 10 degrees below 0...

JEAN: You didn't get much sleep.

No, not really.

Thank you.

I was just wondering if...

BLAKE: Wondering
what? What is it?

I was wondering if this
case was a little too close.

Oh, I think I'm just
feeling a little, I don't know,

melancholic. That's all.

I'm not sure why you
bothered to freeze this.

JEAN: It's not as though
we're going to eat it now.

(THUD/GLASS SHATTERS)

Oh!

Lucien!

Bloody hell.

So a leg of lamb
k*lled Phillipe Noah?

It fits the trajectory.

It would be on
hand in the freezer.

So you're saying our
m*rder w*apon was eaten.

Well, I know I was
going to have the lamb.

Anyhow, all we have left to go
on is this, a shell of some kind.

Shellfish from the
restaurant, maybe?

Well, nothing I
can match it to yet.

Ah, Doctor, the biopsy report.

It confirms Phillipe
Noah had hepatitis.

Ah, yes.

According to this, the liver
damage is not alcohol related.

ALICE: No, there was
piecemeal necrosis in the cells.

It was possibly from
the homemade tattoo.

Yes, perhaps.

We need to put a statement out.

Everybody, and I mean everybody
who has visited that restaurant

needs to be checked by a doctor.

(SIGHS)

Are you all right?

Fine, thank you.

JEAN: I'm sorry Dr. Blake
isn't here, but he won't be long.

That's OK.

I'm feeling a little better.

Well, I'm glad you
decided to come.

How often have
you been vomiting?

Not as much now.

Tilly, when I was
pregnant with my first son,

I had morning sickness for
six out of the nine months.

I'm not pregnant.

Oh, of course, no.

I just thought you might
want someone to talk...

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll be right back.

Dr. Blake's surgery?

Yes, of course.

Ah, does 3:30 suit
you? (DOOR CLOSING)

Lucien, have you
seen the castor oil?

Um, no, sorry, I haven't.

JEAN: You all right?

Yes, I... oh, Phillipe was
suffering from hepatitis.

Oh, no, that's really
contagious, isn't it?

Alarmingly, yes.

I expect we'll have a lot of patients
coming in over the next few days.

Young Tilly was here
to see you earlier.

She's really unwell.

I think she's pregnant.

Oh, goodness me, she's so young.

Yes, 17, and alone, I think.

And I'm assuming her
father doesn't know.

- Mm.
- Where is it?

"Promise to Fantine."

Hm?

A young mother
abandoned by fate.

He promises he
won't abandon her.

Jean, did you say you
were looking for castor oil?

Yes, I can't find it anywhere.

Bloody hell.

(SHOP BELL DINGS)

Tilly?

Tilly!

Oh, Lucien.

BLAKE: Oh, is she breathing?

Tilly, can you hear me?

Jean, call an ambulance.

Yes, her liver's damaged
from the hepatitis.

And taking castor
oil on top of that

to try and bring
on a miscarriage,

she's lucky to be alive.

I imagine she was terrified
of her father finding out.

What if he already did?

Phillipe?

I need to call Charlie.

Would you stay with Tilly?

Yes, of course, go.

Doctor, would you help?

I need to get Mrs.
Wilson back to her room.

Of course, Mrs.
Wilson, how are you?

May I escort you
back to your room?

Today is Monday.

Isn't it, doctor?

Well, I'm afraid
today is Wednesday.

But I tell you what,
Wednesday is a terrific day.

As I recall, it's
strawberry jelly day.

MRS. WILSON: Oh, yes.

BLAKE: My favorite.

The bartender at the lock-in said
you left at around 9:00 PM, not 10:30.

That puts you right near
the restaurant around the time

Phillipe Noah was heading there.

ROBINSON: So I got
the time a little wrong.

Doesn't make me a m*rder*r.

I want a bloody lawyer.

Mr. Robinson, that's... That's
quite a ring you have there, mate.

BLAKE: May I see it?
- Why?

ROBINSON: I'm not taking it off.

That's quite all right.

You don't have to.

Please.

BLAKE: Thank you.

You find h*m*
disgusting,

don't you, Mr. Robinson?

It's against the
law is what it is.

Do you recognize this?

It's a ledger from my shop.

Yes, it is.

And this... this is a thr*at sent
to Henry Dent and Phillipe Noah.

It's the same
handwriting, Mr. Robinson.

I just wanted to
get 'em to move on.

That's all.

ROBINSON: We don't
need that type around here.

Except you knew Phillipe Noah
wasn't a h*m*, didn't you?

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

You found out he was
seeing your daughter.

Tilly?

Not bloody likely.

It'd be enough to
make any father furious,

especially given it was
the man that fired you.

This is ridiculous.

Take him to the cells,
Davis, and write him up.

No, look, I gave
him a hammering.

ROBINSON: You lot did
nothing when you with there.

He sauntered out right
as rain and I saw red.

But I didn't k*ll him.

Listen, I swear, I swear on
my daughters life, I didn't know.

Sit down, Mr. Robinson!

Just stop! Listen to me!

Sit down!

You're making it
worse for yourself.

I didn't even know.

ROBINSON: I didn't even know.

How am I going to look
after a baby by myself?

JEAN: Tilly, don't
think about that now.

You need to rest.

TILLY: I don't want
it, not without Phillipe.

We were going to have
a different life together,

far away from here.

He promised me.

Tilly, you should try to relax.

You need to start to think
about you and getting better.

What are people
going to say about me?

You shouldn't care about
what other people think.

Everybody cares.

They just pretend they don't.

Tilly, you have people
around you who love you.

And your father will
help you through this.

Did he k*ll Phillipe?

They still don't
know what happened.

I begged Phillipe
not to fire him.

I could have saved
him, you know?

What do you mean?

I was looking for my father.

He hadn't come home.

And I saw the light
on in the restaurant.

What time was that?

TILLY: Not sure.

It must have been after 9:30,
because Bandstand had finished.

I like to watch it through the
window at the electrical store.

Tilly, did you tell the police?

No.

JEAN: Why not?

Because dad asked me to
say I was at home with him.

And I didn't see
Phillipe, anyway.

There was no one there inside.

So I just went home.

But he must have been
there, Mrs. Beazley.

TILLY: I heard the police
say he'd been there all night.

It's all right, Tilly.

It's going to be all right.

Of course, I knew.

Phillipe always had a
penchant for beautiful girls.

Why didn't you ever
set the record straight

about the nature of your
friendship with Phillipe?

Because it's nobody's business

Do you know how much my life has
been dictated by gossip, Sergeant?

That's why I left
here, to escape it.

It was only after I met Phillipe that
I had the courage to stop running.

But you knew Phillip
wasn't attracted to you?

It didn't matter.

I loved him.

Everyone deserves a new
start. And that's what I gave him.

Henry, you must have
known people would,

well, make assumptions.

Having assumptions made
about someone loving you

is much better than them
assuming that no one ever could.

He felt it was no one's
business. (KNOCKING)

Jean.

What brings you here?

I found something out
that might be helpful.

I was just talking with
Tilly in the hospital.

She was at the restaurant
the night Phillipe was k*lled.

What was she doing there?

JEAN: She was
looking for her father.

She saw a light on,
but no one was there.

Jean, what time was this?

It was something
like 9:45 or 10 o'clock.

She saw a car, I know,
that's not very helpful.

LAWSON: What sort
of car or what color?

JEAN: It was dark in color.

And that's all she can remember.

Ned, I'm sorry, may I, um...

Thank you.

Tortoise shell.

Charlie, the alibis from the night
Phillipe was m*rder*d, do you have, uh...

Yeah, what about them?

May I see?

Thank you.

Barbara.

Doctor.

Restaurant's closed, isn't it?

Yes.

I...

Ah, vodka.

Drink of choice? (CHUCKLES)

Mine's scotch.

Single malt.

Yes, that was my
husband's drink, rest his soul.

Ah, yes, your late husband.

Goodness me, losing him must
have been so very difficult for you.

He was all I had. (CHUCKLES)

BLAKE: Oh!

Oh, goodness me.

- Ooh!
- The old shakes.

Yes, I noticed them when
I was tending to your burn.

Of course, it was
so very shocking

seeing Phillipe like that,

but it wasn't shock that
made your hand shake,

it was the need for a drink.

(LAUGHING)

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

Phillipe was the
alcoholic, not me.

Phillipe didn't drink
anymore, Barbara.

If he had, he would have
been very sick indeed.

But he recognized a fellow
traveler, a kindred spirit as it were.

He caught you
stealing, didn't he?

When he turned up late
that night unexpectedly,

what happened?

Did he... did he
thr*aten to tell Henry?

BLAKE: You'd have lost your job.

Henry's my friend.

A friend you stole from!

You allowed the man he loved to
take the blame for your behavior.

That's not true.

Now, I'm sure you pleaded
with Phillipe not to say anything.

But when he refused, you...

You became angry, so very angry.

And you grabbed whatever
was closest to hand and you...

I told you, I wasn't here.

I was with my
neighbor at the hospital.

You can ask her.

BLAKE: We did.

But I'm afraid Mrs.
Wilson, God bless her,

is a most unreliable
alibi, given her dementia,

which is, of course,
why you chose her.

Why would I leave
him here if I k*lled him?

I'd be a fool.

Because someone interrupted
you, young Tilly, Tilly Robinson.

You panicked.

You shut the freezer
door, and drove away.

No.

Later, when you returned, you
found Phillipe frozen in place.

You tried to move him.

And I suspect that's when
you hit your head on the shelf,

leaving a small piece of your
hair clip embedded in the ice.

My job is all I have.

I don't have any
children, no family.

Not all of us have the chance
to start again. I had no choice.

You need to come
with me, Mrs. Cornish.

Robinson's gone to the
hospital to see his girl.

Can I buy you a beer later?

I'm busy.

Look, Bill, I'm sorry.

Can you see it from
my side, though?

CHARLIE: What did
you want me to do?

We look after our own.

That's what I did for you when
your brother was in trouble.

I didn't ask you
to do that, mate.

Right.

BILL: I've got work to do.

Ah, I suppose I should thank
you for waiting to print this.

Thank you for the quote.

Here, let me give you a hand.

I'm fine.

Come on.

I said I'm all right.

Really?

That's why you moved the
interview room from upstairs, is it?

Oh, look, if I was
a bloody horse,

one of you lot would
have sh*t me by now.

Maybe we should have.

There is such a thing
as respecting your elders.

Such a thing as
caring for them, too.

ROSE: We're here to help you.

I don't need help.

Of course not. God forbid
anyone feel sorry for you.

ROSE: So when you break your neck
falling headfirst down a flight of stairs

or fall over trying to
chase down a suspect,

we can be happy knowing that
at least you kept your dignity.

You finished?

Uncle Matthew, please,

there is a difference between
expecting pity and asking for help.

Well, go on, take it if it
means that much to you.

Night, boss.

Charlie.

What on earth is in this?

You wanted to help.

JEAN: Ah.

It's a gift from Henry.

Oh, isn't that lovely?

Do you know what?

All things considered, I think I
might prefer a nice cup of tea,

if you don't mind.

I'd prefer that, too.

Oh, good.

BLAKE: Nice to see
you wearing it again.

Well, life's too short to let
other people tell me how to live.

If I don't like it, they can...

Yes, they can.

They most certainly can.

Jean, I need to talk to
you about something.

Um, well, it's...
it's about Matthew.

Yes, I've been
worried about him, too.

In fact, I... (KNOCKING)

I'll get it.

Ah, Henry.

Who is it, Jean?

Lucien, I, um...

JEAN: I've already
aired out the back room.

There's fresh towels laid out

and there's plenty
of rabbit stew.

Welcome home, Matthew.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)