05x07 - A Good Drop

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ROSE: What are we
even doing out here?

EDWARD: Patience,
Rose. You'll see.

(DOG BARKING)

Over here will be the site of
what will be Ballarat's first vineyard.

I bought this whole farm
just for that one paddock,

past those trees there,
one perfect run of soil

just for grape-growing.

I thought we were
out here for a story.

I wanted to surprise you.

Ah, Daryl.

Good day, Edward,
good to see you.

And who's this
lovely, young lady?

This is Rose.

Anderson.

I work for The Courier.

A pleasure.

Can I get the wife to get
you a beer or something?

Uh, in the boot,
there's a picnic basket.

You can fetch that.

Kev, make yourself useful.

Excuse me, miss.

Oh, no, let me help.

I've got it.

Better hurry.

I think your fella
up there is waiting.

(FIRE ROARS)

(DOGS BARKING)

Yeah, yeah, right-o. (DOGS
CONTINUE BARKING)

Dad.

Dad!

Dad.

(g*nsh*t)

You're a dead man, you bastard!

(g*nsh*t)

Go!

(g*nsh*t)

Kevin.

Kevin.

Kevin.

Oh, thank God.

Have you seen your dad anywhere?

No.

I thought he was over
with Scotty and that crew.

They haven't seen him anywhere.

I'll go grab him.

(DOG BARKING)

(WHISTLES)

EILEEN: Daryl!

Daryl!

Mum, Mum, don't.

Mum, don't.

Daryl, Daryl!

- No.
- Daryl!

(SOBBING)

No, Da... oh.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

CHARLIE: And whereabouts was it?

So just after dawn?

KEVIN: Yeah.

CHARLIE: And whereabouts
did you discover him?

KEVIN: Down by the river,
the dogs, followed the dogs.

BLAKE: Charlie.

Doc.

This is Kevin Fitzpatrick.

He found his father,
Daryl, about an hour ago.

(SIGHS)

I am so very
sorry for your loss.

He's out here. I'll show you.

And it's still loaded.

Right.

(SIGHS)

g*nsh*t wound
to the neck, brutal.

Shotgun, I'd say,

fired at close range.

Ned, the son made the discovery,
and the body was in this position, yes?

Why?

Hold that thought, Charlie.

BLAKE: Never
seen one quite like it.

The wad hasn't
entered the wound,

which means there was some
separation between him and the sh**t.

Yes.

You found it...

By the body.

This isn't your first
shotgun homicide, is it?

No, my fourth.

You?

My third.

So the wad has exited and
fallen as the sh*t spread.

Yes, I'd say our sh**t
was only a few yards away

when they pulled the trigger.

You can tell by the
pellet defects here,

which means the
wad injury should be...

Yes, somewhere below the main
pellet wounds, yes, thank you, Alice.

Multiple pellet wounds to
the neck, shattered clavicle.

Cause of death,
well, goodness me,

catastrophic damage
of the neck structures.

Agreed, and this abrasion
here from the wad.

Yes, now there should be a
corresponding mark on his singlet.

Alice.

LAWSON: Well, there's
blood on the victim's shoes.

BLAKE: Yes.

How is that a surprise?

Well, with a single
shotgun blast to a victim

facing their k*ller
at close range,

they'd be propelled
backwards immediately.

Yes, but how did the
blood drip straight down

onto the top of Daryl's boots?

Exactly. It's... It's an
unexpected sort of pattern.

There's evidence
these fires were started

using some sort of accelerant?

Well, it looks like it,

if water couldn't
put the flames out.

I'll go back and see if Mrs. Fitzpatrick's
ready to answer some questions.

Good, we find out who
started these fires on his farm,

we find out who
k*lled Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Thought that might be
of interest, from archives.

ROSE: Kevin Fitzpatrick went
to the Melbourne Olympics?

The men's trap and
the 300-meter r*fle,

quite the coincidence, isn't it?

Definitely.

Edward,

you and Daryl Fitzpatrick,

I... I'm... I'm sorry, is
all I was going to say.

He was a business
associate, Rose.

But thank you for your concern.

Was there anything else?

I'll go interview the neighbors,

maybe try calling the
Australia Olympic Federation.

Great minds.

CHARLIE: No sign
of Kevin or his mum.

BLAKE: Right,
Charlie, there's a...

There's a circular
shape here that obviously

must have been
covered by the body.

And there's... There's
more blood here.

From our k*ller maybe.

CHARLIE: Perhaps Daryl
caught him with a sh*t.

Possibly.

BLAKE: Either way, we
need to have this tested.

And when my Jack was very young,

he was convinced that it
went (SINGING) noel, noel.

Barney's the king...

LADIES: (SINGING) Of Israel.

JEAN: We'd be sitting
in here for midnight mass,

and he'd be rifling through
the Bible, trying to find him.

Eventually, he marched
straight up to Father Morton,

demanding to know,
where's King Barney?

Father put him straight.

Oh, my word, he did.

He was always such a
headstrong little boy, your Jack.

He still is.

What about your Sue?

How are the preparations
going for the wedding?

She spoke to Father yesterday.

They'll be married
here next year.

Oh.

You know, my mother
was married here.

So was I. And now
so will my little girl.

I think we were all
married here. Weren't we?

Yes.

Yes, we were.

CHARLIE: Doc,
this is Lionel Taylor.

He owns the property next door.

Ah, Dr. Lucien Blake,
good to meet you.

BLAKE: You were here this
morning, weren't you, Mr. Taylor?

Yeah, I was.

Came back to check
how bad the damage was.

BLAKE: Right, smells
like sump oil, yes?

TAYLOR: They're going
to have to rip this whole lot.

Contamination's only going to
get worse once it's weathered in.

CHARLIE: Did Daryl ever have
any enemies that you know of?

(SNIFFS)

Daryl was a mate, but,

he had a habit of rubbing
people up the wrong way,

this new paddock here
being a prime example.

He bought it a few months back.

Do you know who
sold him the land?

I should.

It was me.

Should have charged him more.

Had a couple of offers,

after I sold it.

Daryl did all right out of me.

Mr. Taylor, Lionel, who
made these other offers?

A couple of businessmen,
that Italian greengrocer in town.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Everything all right here, sir?

Some bloody bastard
just att*cked my shop.

I'm Dr. Lucien Blake.

How do you do?

Angelo Colonna.

Pleasure. Perhaps I should
take a look at that for you, Angelo?

ANGELO: Um, no, it's nothing.

How did this happen?

I tried to stop a stand
from falling, and, uh...

Did you recognize
the man who did it?

No, I've never seen
him before in my life.

He just show up here.

He call my wife horrible names
and then, uh, start to break things.

I see, this person that
you've never met before.

Si, yes.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Fitzpatrick, Fitzpatrick.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Kevin Fitzpatrick?

Excuse me, Kevin Fitzpatrick?

Mr. Colonna, where
were you last night?

Home, with my wife and children.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Si. Si, yes.

And there's no reason
that you can think of

as to why Kevin would just

show up here out of the blue?

KEVIN: I cut it
last night at the fire.

Must have opened up again.

BLAKE: I see.

When you att*cked
Angelo Colonna, perhaps?

CHARLIE: Why go after
the greengrocer, Kevin?

Why do you reckon?

He did it.

Because...

Because he's been making
trouble for Dad for years.

And when you front
them, all of a sudden

they act all innocent, like
they can't understand you.

It just makes you want
to bloody throttle them.

Look, if this is
about that shop, I'll...

That's the least of
your problems, son.

Turns out you're quite a sh*t.

Mum taught me.

The Olympics four years
ago, what about Rome?

I didn't make it, did I?

What does any of this
have to do with Dad?

Kevin, I need to
confirm whether you

or anyone else in the
family owns a shotgun.

It's the country.

Every farmer worth
his salt owns a shotgun.

What? I already told you.

It was Colonna.

Angelo Colonna doesn't
have a police record,

whereas you have been pretty
busy for the past six months...

Multiple offenses,
most recently, this,

reports of a brawl on your farm,
called in by a concerned neighbor,

between you and your father.

What was the fight about, Kevin?

None of your business.

That cut on his leg could
explain the second patch of blood

we found at the scene.

Yes, I've sent that
sample to Alice,

to separate the
blood from the soil.

We'll check Kevin's medical
records, see if we get a match.

Right, there's your warrant.

Get back to Fitzpatrick's farm.

I need you to search
inside, top and bottom.

Find me a shotgun.

Take Ned with you.

Oh, we can't, boss.

He's in West
Wendouree somewhere,

reports of a lost dog.

Right, just you then,
and call in on the radio

if you need any help.

Right-o.

Bill's still in Melbourne, testifying
at the police corruption inquiry.

There won't be a
single policeman

who hasn't given evidence
by the time they're done.

Simmons is due in
there after Christmas.

Ned?

Really, why?

A while back, he was seconded
to a station in Melbourne,

suspected of taking
money under the table.

LAWSON: Perfect time
to be a man down, isn't it?

Quite.

Ah, Matthew, before I forget,

this wad, it's
quite distinctive.

You want to see who might
have sold these things locally.

LAWSON: Go on, then.

(BELL RINGING)

BAKER: Just a second.

Mr. Baker, I thought...

I didn't know you actually
worked here in the store.

Uh, I don't.

BAKER: I'm closing down.

Right.

Well, I was wondering

if someone might
help me identify

what kind of shotgun
shell this comes from

and if, in fact, you sell
this particular brand.

No.

No to which part, exactly?

No to the part where you bring evidence
from a m*rder investigation into my store

and expect me to help you.

I never said this was
from a m*rder investiga...

You're the police surgeon.

The paper said a farmer
was sh*t to death last night.

BAKER: I'm assuming that's from
the shell that k*lled Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Did you know him?

No.

You're quite sure about that?

If you have any more
questions for me, Dr. Blake,

I suggest you go and
find a police officer

and bring him back here.

Until then, get out of my store.

Mrs. Fitzpatrick, this might be
easier if you wait outside for a while.

Easier still if you tell me
what it is you're looking for.

Your husband appears to
have been k*lled with a shotgun.

And you think the
g*n might be here?

You do own a shotgun, don't you?

Fine.

(SIGHS)

Here, anything else?

I'll, um, I'll still need
to complete my search.

Fine.

Excuse me.

PATRICK: Yes, I do
know Kevin Fitzpatrick.

The boy was going
to be a dual Olympian.

And I'm guessing that drew
the attention of Tyneman Sports.

God's sake.

Patrick, please, I need to know.

Did the Fitzpatricks
approach you

about sponsoring Kevin for Rome?

It's ever so important.

Point of fact, they
didn't approach me.

I approached him, young Kevin.

And?

PATRICK: And he refused.

He said he wouldn't go, even
if he had the money himself.

What was Bill Hobart's evidence?

Is there anything else
I should know about?

Lucien Blake?

ROSE: Are you sure?

Can you double
check that for me?

I'm going to have
to call you back.

The police corruption inquiry,

they're calling up
officers from Ballarat now.

Nothing much from
today's testimony.

Stay on it.

What else?

Still waiting on an official
statement on the Fitzpatrick m*rder.

It can wait till the
afternoon edition tomorrow.

Rose, I was thinking you
might like to have dinner tonight.

Edward, um, thank you.

I have plans to meet someone.

ROSE: It's been
arranged for ages, actually.

Oh.

Who, if you don't
mind me asking?

Charlie Davis.

I see.

So just, bad timing then.

Fair enough.

Really?

Of course, you have
a good night, Rose.

I will.

You, too.

Sump oil?

Yes, that's the accelerant
our arsonist used.

Thank you.

It's hardly the best choice.

Good point.

If it was me, I'd use something
much more flammable.

Uh, you've missed a spot.

Hmm?

Oh, thank you, Matthew.

I mean, I'd only use
sump oil if I wanted to...

I don't know...
spoil the land or...

Well, the neighbor, in fact,
said the Fitzpatricks would

have to strip the topsoil to
get rid of the contamination.

Hmm, that would
be Lionel Taylor.

BLAKE: Yes, do you know him?

Yes, he was a friend
of Christopher's.

He moved here
fresh out of university.

Christopher taught
him all about farming.

He was a very fast learner.

Now do you mind, Lucien?

Hmm?

Ah, yes, of course,
isn't she lovely?

No one really spoke to
him when he first moved in.

Because?

Oh, I think they thought he
was city, trying to be country.

Oh, that old chestnut.

JEAN: His wife was
a bit of a cold fish,

but I was really liked Lionel.

He was such a hard
worker, very intelligent.

In fact, I think he was probably
the smartest man I'd ever met.

Is that so?

Well, up until
that point, anyway.

Dinner's almost ready.

Smartest man
she'd ever met, hey?

JEAN: And I'd
thank you, Matthew,

not to encourage
him quite so much.

(CHUCKLING)

Ready? Matthew?

Ah... lovely.

I don't understand.

How did you hear about it?

From a contact that I have in
the Melbourne court system.

And he said...

That a divorce hearing
for Lucien Radcliffe Blake

was scheduled for a month's time

on the grounds of
drunkenness and cruelty.

Does anyone else
know about this?

I wanted to make sure
that you both knew.

Well, I'll be talking to Lucien

just as soon as he gets home.

Thank you, Rose.

CHARLIE: Why wouldn't she just
tell me their shotgun was broken?

BLAKE: That's what
we're here to find out.

She's not going to be happy,
with Kevin still in the lock up.

At this point, Charlie,

I think we'll get more from the
mother than we will from the son.

(g*nsh*t) Oh, bloody.

I told you lot, you
can all go to hell.

(g*nsh*t)

EILEEN: I'm not scared of you.

Mrs. Fitzpatrick,
this is the police.

Get off my land!

(g*nsh*t)

BLAKE: Eileen, it's Dr. Blake.

I'm here with Senior
Sergeant Davis.

Put the r*fle down
and come out, please.

EILEEN: Here to lock
me up, too, are you?

No, not at all, Eileen.

We just... we just
want to talk with you.

That's all. Isn't
that right, Charlie?

That's right.

Better come in, then.

Bloody hell.

Thank you.

For heaven's sake, Eileen,
who did you think we were?

Edward Tyneman,
he was here last night.

He ripped up the contract
that he and Daryl signed,

had a new one,
offering much less.

(SIGHS)

Of course, he did.

And when I didn't sign it,

he said he was going to send
someone back to renegotiate the terms.

You should have reported him.

While you're holding Kevin
in lock up for no reason?

Mrs. Fitzpatrick, I need to do
one last search of the property,

if you'll excuse me.

Eileen, from
everything I've heard,

Kevin was never
in any sort of trouble

until about six months ago.

Doctor, if there's
nothing else...

- No!
- Let me. It's all right.

It's all right. I was just...

Eileen.

Goodbye, Doctor.

(DOG BARKING)

What on Earth were you thinking?

This is a police
station, not a pet shop.

I'm sorry, boss.

He's lame.

Both the vets are away.

There's been a
suspected outbreak

of foot in mouth in Chilton.

You were saying
we're short-staffed.

LAWSON: Oh, very funny.

I left Charlie at the farm.

- Cuppa?
- Mm.

LAWSON: Yes, he's called for a
divvy van to go and pick him up.

What's that?

Oh, Eileen's medical
records from the hospital,

a series of unexplained
injuries over the last 20 years.

And, in fact, only recently,

she was admitted with
badly bruised kidneys.

So her husband was abusing her?

I'd say so.

Well, it speaks to motive.

Kevin did say that
she was the one

who taught him how to sh**t.

Yes, speaking of sh**ting,
Matthew, your cane,

would you mind if I, um...

Thank you.

Now according to these,

she suffered severe damage
to her rotator cuff four years ago.

Now she could barely
aim a r*fle at us today.

She did what?

Anyhow, my point is this.

BLAKE: If she couldn't
even lift a r*fle to her shoulder,

how on Earth would she have
handled the kick from a shotgun?

Well, maybe from that range,

it was sh**t from the
hip and hope for the best.

BLAKE: Well...

Boss, Doc, I've got something
that I think you should see.

CHARLIE: I found it in
the long grass in a gully

between Daryl and
Lionel's properties, sump oil.

And then there's this.

Ah, ooh,

dried blood, and these holes

I'm thinking pellets
from a shotgun shell.

So Daryl wasn't
sh*t standing up.

He was leaning against this.

Yeah, I'm going to
interview Lionel Taylor.

Well, take him with
you, would you?

Simmons, I mean, not the dog.

We're still waiting on bloods
from Dr. Harvey, aren't we?

Any chance we
could speed things up?

Yes. Yes, I'll see
what I can do.

What exactly are you
suggesting, Sergeant?

I'm just saying that the barrel
looks like it contains sump oil.

It was found on your fence line,
and it was stained with blood.

So in your mind, the
only possible explanation

is that I set the fires,
and I k*lled Daryl?

TAYLOR: Should I
just confess now then?

Well, you could.

It would save us a lot of time.

Oh, the barrel's not mine,
and I don't even own a shotgun.

If you want to search the farm,
you're absolutely welcome to.

Everything all right, Lionel?

It's fine, Kev.

I'll be back in an
hour, two, tops.

Shall we?

Please.

(LAUGHTER)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Doctor.

Ah, Angelo, bonjourno.

Bonjourno.

I trust I'm not
interrupting anything.

No, no, no, I was,
uh, just tasting

the latest batch of my wine.

Ah.

Would you like to help?

And I.

It would be rude not to, eh?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Supremo.

Angelo, where did you... Where
did you learn to make wine?

Uh, the family business.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN) You know.

Yes, family business, I
know a thing or two about it.

My father, Thomas,
was a doctor, too.

- Ah, here in Ballarat?
- Si.

My wife, she like Dr. Spencer.

Yes, Spencer, he's a...

He's a good doctor.

He's a sleepy, old man,
with little eyes, like a mole.

(LAUGHTER)

But she used to
him now, tradition.

And these things are very
important, to her, at least.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

You know, I have some
homemade grappa as well,

if you'd like to taste some.

Grappa, you say?

All right.

Bravo.

This one here, it gonna put
Italian hairs on your chest.

(CHUCKLING)

Here's hoping.

Salute.

Salute. (GLASSES CLINK)

Mm.

It's good, huh?

BLAKE: Yes.

This is why I tried to
buy the land from Daryl,

to make my own wine,
like home in Italy, huh?

When I find my land,
you'll be my best customer.

Guaranteed.

Angelo, the night Daryl d*ed,

you said you were nowhere
near the fires on his property.

Si, I already told
the police this.

Yes, yes.

I noticed your
fences, garden stakes,

all coated with sump oil,

protect them from
termites and the like.

The thing is someone
set that fire using sump oil.

And the police
have found a barrel,

you know, a drum, with
traces of sump oil in it,

the same kind you use to
display your stock at the fruit shop.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Do you know what this means?

Uh.

You cannot hide the
truth from a priest, doctor.

BOTH: Or a lawyer.

He said he'd sell.

He took our deposit, and
then he sell to somebody else.

And he keep our money, even
after we got the lawyer onto him.

Si.

Yes, I burn his
land with the oil.

I drove away.

The barrel fell off
the back of the truck.

But I never hurt Daryl.

Even after he sh*t at you?

No.

Daryl was a bastard.

He hit his wife.

He cheat his workers.

He lied to me. He lied
to my business partner.

He lied to everyone.

He deserve everything
he got, Doctor.

Hang on a moment, Angelo.

You have a business partner?

Si.

BLAKE: Who?

Oh, my apologies, miss.

Good day.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

BLAKE: Look at you.

Well, you'll be happy to know,

I've discovered
who set those fires.

(GROANS) (DOG BARKS)

Yes, I have.

LAWSON: Have you just?

Yes, Angelo
Colonna, he's our man.

Everything all right?

You haven't seen this
afternoon's edition, I'm guessing.

LAWSON: The commissioners
office hasn't called yet, but they will.

How dare he?

Edward bloody Tyneman again,

he had no right to print
this, Matthew, no right!

Just... just calm down.

I am calm!

You're drunk now, aren't you?

Oh, for God's sake, Lucien,

do you have any idea how
badly this reflects not just on me,

but every other
officer in this station?

I've had a few
drinks. What of it?

BLAKE: I'm the one who
found out Angelo set those fires.

I'm trying to work out a way of
containing the damage from this.

And that Norman Baker...

Go home, Blake!

That Baker was his
business partner all along!

That's enough!

I accomplish more drunk

than you and your entire
bloody department do sober.

Get out of my station.

Go and sober up!

Go on!

ROSE: Why would you do this?

It isn't even news.

It's trashy gossip at best.

Maybe, but it will sell papers.

With my name
attached to the story.

That will be all, Ms. Anderson.

You gave me this
byline out of spite

because I chose
Charlie over you.

You let your feelings
get in the way of a job

that I pay you to do, again.

EDWARD: You know, I
thought you were ready.

My mistake, it's one I don't
intend on making again.

Goodbye, Ms. Anderson.

You can't fire me for that.

That's funny. I
thought I just did.

Ah, Doctor, listen. If
you're here... (GRUNTS)

That was your last warning.

You have no idea.

You ever print another
word about my family,

I will come back here
and finish what I started.

Do you understand me?

Lucien.

ROSE: Jean.

Thank God, Jean.

I...

Rose, why would you?

Jean, you don't understand.

- I can...
- No, I thought we were friends.

CHARLIE: You
should know, Mr. Baker,

we're currently holding
Angelo Colonna in the cells.

And?

And we'll be speaking with
him once we've finished with you.

What's your relationship
with Mr. Colonna?

He's a business partner.

That's it.

You were working
together to buy that farm

from Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Angelo and I paid Daryl a down
payment on that land a while back, yes.

But he didn't end
up selling to you,

and he didn't return your money.

No, we hadn't got
our money back.

Did you know of Angelo's
plans to set the fire?

Of course not.

Besides, you know what
these new Australians are like.

So why did you
partner up with one?

Angelo knows wine.

I know business.

We checked with these
solicitors, Mr. Baker.

They've confirmed they
sent the letter on your behalf

to Daryl Fitzpatrick
threatening legal action.

Yes.

And that a week
before Daryl was k*lled,

you suddenly told them
to cease proceedings.

I assume at some stage,
you're going to get round

to asking me a question, yes?

All right, where
were you on the night

that Daryl Fitzpatrick
was m*rder*d, Mr. Baker?

Blake, we missed you at the
police station this afternoon.

I'm sure you did.

BLAKE: Shall we
just get to the point?

Please.

I think you put Angelo
Colonna up to setting those fires.

I understand he confessed.

Doesn't mean you
weren't there that night, too.

BLAKE: You lied about
not knowing the victim.

You had motive.

We still don't have a m*rder
w*apon, and you own a g*n shop.

I think you timed all
of this to coincide with

closing up and leaving town.

The police have
searched my store.

And they've questioned me.

So I'll tell you exactly
what I told him.

I was in a room at O'Connell's
Boarding House the night before last.

They've checked my alibi.

You really expect me
to believe you're here

just to collect some stock?

And what about your
deposit on that farm?

Why would you stop
pursuing it, unless...

Because it doesn't
matter anymore.

I'm going to pay my final
respects to my daughter,

and then I'm leaving. (SIGHS)

Norman, your daughter,
Jessie, d*ed over 10 years ago.

I remember you telling
me that yourself...

Not Jessie, not Jessie, Anna,

the one you helped
to put into prison,

she took her own life.

No.

I had no idea.

Were you drunk then, too, the
day that you had her arrested?

No, I was doing my job, Norman.

I am... I am so sorry.

(SCOFFS)

Now you're sorry.

But in the moment, it's not
about justice for you, is it?

It's all about you being right.

BAKER: Jessie was eight
years old when she d*ed.

It was the worst thing that
ever happened to me in my life.

But she went quickly.

My Anna,

I watched her
gradually lose herself

in that place that
you put her in.

I watched my daughter
die by inches, Doctor.

So you tell me.

Is it worth it?

Is it, always being right?

And, no, I don't care about
the deposit on the farm.

I'm gonna... I'm
gonna load up my truck,

then I'm gonna head off.

And with any luck, I'll never
see you or this town ever again.

You know the way out.

JEAN: Forgive me,
Father, for I have sinned.

FATHER EMERY: What
is it you wanted to confess?

I don't know.

It's not really a confession.

I just don't know
what to do anymore.

I don't want to lie
to myself or to God.

How is it that the church

sees me and Lucien
marrying as a sin?

How is that fair and
right in the eyes of God?

But you're not married,
are you, not yet?

And nothing has been done
that can't be undone, has it?

No.

FATHER EMERY:
Jean, it's all right.

Whatever you're thinking,
God will understand.

You know.

I think everyone in
town knows by now.

Lucien, I thought we agreed
to wait until Mei Lin responded.

We did. We did.

JEAN: Then why
did you ignore me?

Because you know best, and I'm
still just the housekeeper, is that it?

No.

No, of course not.

Lucien, you don't
need to protect me.

I have managed perfectly
well on my own for a long time

before you came along.

Yes, I know.

(SIGHS)

Jean, please, forgive me.

I am... I am so sorry.

I've been a bloody fool.

And I understand, given

everything I've put you through,
if you've changed your mind,

about us, about...

About everything.

Goodnight.

(SIGHS)

JEAN: Of course, Mrs.
Dunn, I'll let him know.

Thank you for calling.

Goodbye.

Everything all right
with Mrs. Dunn?

It's our fourth
cancellation for the day.

JEAN: Looks like you'll be free to
work all day on the Fitzpatrick case.

Aye.

Well, this all looks lovely.

Thank you, Jean.

Charlie, anything new
on any of our suspects?

Well, there is one thing
that's been bothering me

about Lionel Taylor.

What about him?

There's rumors that Lionel's
wife hated Eileen with a passion,

perhaps with very good reason.

JEAN: Oh, it sounds to me
like people making things up

just to have
something to talk about.

No, no, Rose visited
all the neighbors.

She heard the same thing.

Well, Rose is very
good at her job.

Jean, Rose didn't
write that article.

CHARLIE: And Edward
Tyneman fired her

because she wouldn't
tell him what she knew.

Is that right?

CHARLIE: Mm.

In that case, I owe
her an apology.

Well, we both do.

It can wait, Doc.

She'll understand.

All right, Charlie,

just getting back
to Daryl, if I may,

um, we know that
before he sold his farm,

he acquired that one
paddock from Lionel.

Yeah, which he got from his
mate for well under market value.

Yes.

Think about this.

He loses his most valuable
piece of land for next to nothing.

Yeah, that would be
a pretty strong motive.

The Lionel I knew was never
particularly money hungry.

No, just extraordinarily
intelligent, if memory serves.

He and Jane were friends,
apparently, a long time ago.

Really?

He was friends with
my late husband.

He's trying to make it
sound salacious on purpose.

No, I...

LAWSON: You think that Kevin
is Lionel's son, based on what?

Based on Darwin, mostly,
the man, not the place...

He theorized that certain facial
expressions are innate and not learned.

Mr. Darwin have any
theories on drinking?

Kevin and Lionel,

there's a particular thing they
both do facially when they're...

When they're angry or stressed.

They sort of bite down
on their bottom lip.

And you actually
agree with this?

It ties in to what
the neighbors said

about the tension between
Eileen and Lionel's deceased wife.

What if Lionel and Eileen
were madly in love all this time,

and, really, Daryl
was the only obstacle

preventing them
from being together?

We've been married
for nearly 30 years.

Do you think I
was just out there,

throwing myself at
other men, all that time?

No.

I think you were in
a loveless marriage

with someone who had no
qualms about using his fists on you.

I had my suspicions
about what Daryl was doing.

You had your suspicions.

And when was that...

When he broke her
wrist, her nose, when he

irreparably damaged
her shoulder, perhaps?

It wasn't my place to step in.

No, I suppose not,
because you'd already

intervened in the Fitzpatrick's
marriage, hadn't you?

Lionel was from the city.

He was gentle in all the
ways that Daryl wasn't.

Which is why you're
in love with him.

That's never what it was.

My wife, she
loathed the country.

She hated me for
making her come here.

There were years that
we barely even spoke.

I was lonely.

Eileen was... smart and tough.

She was so beautiful.

She chose me.

We were only
together once or twice,

but it was a long time ago.

And one of those times...

(SIGHS)

one of those times led to Kevin.

Does he know?

I would never have left Daryl.

He loved me, no
matter what you think.

Well, he had a funny
way of showing it.

Yes, we fought.

And, yes, when the pain was bad,

I wished horrible things on him.

EILEEN: But the good
outweighed the bad.

And aside from
Daryl, God, and myself,

I don't see that that's
anybody else's business.

Lionel, you've never stopped
loving Eileen, have you?

Doesn't matter, though, does it?

It never did.

I see.

All right, Alice, thank you.

And she still
wouldn't leave him?

No.

Well, second blood sample
from the m*rder scene,

still no definitive result.

(GROANS)

- Matthew, are you all right?
- Bloody Simmons and his bloody, lame dog.

I'll move it for you.

Oh, hang on a moment.

I don't understand it.

Some of the red cells
look enlarged for so...

(SNEEZES)

BLAKE: Oh, bless you.
- Bless you.

I brought a visitor with me.

ALICE: You're right.

There's definitely a slug
in there, possibly a 22.

Yes.

The reason you couldn't
identify that blood sample...

I think it's from our
furry friend over there.

So where did the slug come from?

(WOOF)

Can you repeat that?

BLAKE: Oh, yes,
just as I thought.

Faint traces of oil and grease,

not characteristic of a
shotgun pellet, I'd have thought.

No, it's from a
different g*n entirely.

(KNOCKING) Eileen?

Ah, Lionel, look at these two.

Aren't they just wonderful?

Eileen, how many
dogs do you own?

Three, but one's done a runner.

BLAKE: Yes, frightened
off the night Daryl was k*lled.

Yes, but how do you know?

You called the neighbors
from Lionel's house, didn't you?

While you were on
the phone, Lionel here

raced out the door
on his way to the fire.

BLAKE: You didn't make it in
time to see Angelo driving away,

but you did see
someone, didn't you?

You saw Kevin.

You saw Kevin sh**t his father,

or at least the man he
believed to be his father.

He thought he could save
you, Eileen, from the anger,

from the abuse.

And he sh*t Daryl, with this.

The slug went through Daryl's
neck and, believe it or not,

hit your poor dog.

You said Daryl was k*lled
by a shotgun, not a r*fle.

A shotgun, yes,
Lionel's shotgun.

BLAKE: You found
Daryl, already dying.

You knew your son
would go to prison.

So you propped Daryl
up against the drum,

and you disguised
the wound to his neck

in the most brutal way possible.

(SIGHS)

Kevin didn't do anything.

It was me.

I did it.

Lionel Taylor,

CHARLIE: I'm arresting you for
the m*rder of Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Anything you say...

When did you know, Kevin,

that you hadn't k*lled him?

When I saw him,

I knew straight away that
wasn't a wound from the 22.

She was never gonna leave him,

no matter what he did.

Can I ask a favor, Doc?

Yes.

Will you check on her
every once in a while,

make sure she's all right?

Of course, I will.

KEVIN: I wish we
had just let it all burn.

(KNOCKING)

You know you
don't have to knock.

You worked it out.

Yes, thanks to Constable
Ned Simmons and his stray dog.

Hmm, this arrived
today from Mei Lin,

agreeing to do whatever
it takes to ensure that

the divorce process is as
private and as discreet as possible.

I should have listened
to you, of course.

- It shouldn't have to be like this.
- But it is.

And I'm not sure there was ever

going to be any easy
options for us, Lucien.

No.

(SIGHS)

I love you. You
know that, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Your drink, Chief
Superintendent.

It's just Mr. Munro now, Cec.

Are you here for
business or pleasure, sir?

A bit of both, I think.

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