All language subtitles for S01E05 Raisins and Almonds

(SHADOWY MUSIC)

(HUMS ABSENT-MINDEDLY)

(CUTLERY CLINKS AND BREAKS)
(THUD!)

Saul?

Saul!

(MAN GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Try not to resist.

Shh.

(THEME MUSIC)

AUCTIONEER: 120, 120. Do I see 121?

Thank you, sir. £121
to the gentleman in the back row.

Where's Saul?
He should be back by now.

AUCTIONEER: 123.

£150.

Uhh, £150 going once.

Going twice.

AUCTIONEER: And sold.
MAN: Shame!

Shame on you all

to use the Kadimah to raise money
for your selfish propaganda!

Around the world,
our people are being persecuted,

and you would have us do nothing?

You talk to me
of persecution, Yossi Stein,

you who were born to
a good family in Carlton?

Simon! Come.

Run, little lamb. Papa calls you.

(PEOPLE MURMUR)

I want you to stay away
from Yossi Stein.

The funds were for the Kadimah.

Excuse me, but that's my painting.

Simon, explain the situation.

I took the painting
without my father's permission.

I didn't know its value.
And you never liked it!

Margaret Preston
is a talent to watch.

So now I like it.

If you ever tire of the painting,
please give me a call.

Mr. Abrahams! Come quickly.
It's Saul Michaels.

Saul. Saul!

He...he was fitting. I made sure
he couldn't hurt himself.

SIMON: Saul? Can you hear me, Saul?

MAN: What is happening?

MR ABRAHAMS: It looks like epilepsy.

I'm sorry. Your friend is dead.

Dear boy! No!

WOMAN: I don't understand.

Saul wasn't epileptic.
He was never even ill.

PHRYNE: Perhaps
we should call the police.

Of course.

Try City South Police Station —
Inspector Jack Robinson.

Well, I dare say
I should close the shop.

Do you have a personal interest
in this case, Miss Fisher?

Not at all,

although I briefly owned that
Margaret Preston painting over there

until it proved
to be stolen property.

It's always complicated with you.

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

The deceased's name
is Saul Michaels.

He worked as an apprentice
cobbler for Chaim Abrahams.

Ben Abrahams is Chaim's brother
and also the landlord.

He owns the entire building.

(WHISPERS) It was poison.
I'd bet my hat on it.

I'm not sure it would suit me.

A man has just
dropped dead in her shop

and she's pretending
to go about her business

as though it was
of little consequence.

I'll be interviewing
Miss Lee thoroughly in private.

Come on, Jack!
I called you, remember?

If you call the fire brigade,

you don't get to stick around
to put out the fire.

(CHUCKLES)

A warm teapot in the cupboard,
a broken cup in the bin

and a fragment of handle
under the body.

I'll continue
questioning Miss Lee here

while Miss Fisher maintains
complete radio silence.

What's your relationship
to the deceased?

He's a customer.

Do you make cups of tea
for your customers?

Not usually, no.

Did you make a cup of tea
for anyone today?

Yourself perhaps?
I don't recall.

This teapot is still warm.

I must have made tea after all.

I'm confused. When during
the whole affair did you have time?

While I was waiting
for him to come to.

You chose to put away
your tea things

rather than seek medical attention
for a dying man?

I thought he was fitting.

I'd like you to accompany me down to
the station for further questioning.

Miss Fisher, that offer
does not extend to you.

Saul was a good boy.
No-one wished him ill.

Listen to him. So sentimental.

You think this incident

might be the result of something
the deceased was involved in?

I have my suspicions.

You didn't know him at all.

I knew he was a Zionist.

Saul Michaels thought that all
life's problems would be solved

by the return of the Jewish people
to the land of Israel.

We will need the body for burial
as soon as possible.

I'm afraid there will
have to be an autopsy.

If there's anything we can do
to expedite the process

for religious purposes...

I'll let the coroner know.

DOT: When's the wedding?
You have to let me make your dress.

Oh, no rush.

We have to find the money for
a deposit on our own place first.

Yeah, it's still early days.
Plenty of time to work all that out.

My uncle has offered us
a concessional 10-acre allotment

off his farm in Echuca, though,

but we're not sure.

Oh, there you go. Cec has always
dreamed of becoming a farmer.

Haven't you, Cec?

Cec, you should've said.

What Cec doesn't know about the land
isn't worth knowing.

Well, we can't
afford it anyway, so...

Well, if it's only about finances,
I wouldn't worry.

You can sell your share
in the cab to Joe Macpherson.

Really?
Yep.

Joe's been trying to cut into
the partnership for a while now.

I'll go and see him today.
Oh, Bert, thank you.

Don't mention it. I just want
to see that everyone's happy.

Oh, that was nice.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(HORSE HOOFS CLATTER)

Excuse me.
I'm looking for a Miss Fisher.

You've found her —
filthy rich house on the corner.

Thank you.
Where are you going?

I'm going to see Joe Macpherson
to get you a cheque.

Do I get a say in any of this?
I'm only trying to help.

It's what you want, isn't it —

a nice, respectable little place
in the country?

I appreciate the congratulations, Bert.
Thanks.

I appreciate you telling me

you'd rather be a bloody farmer
than drive a cab with me.

Miss Lee has been
charged with Saul's murder.

We would like to hire you
to prove her innocence.

How intriguing.
What makes you think she is?

I have known Miss Lee
for over 10 years

and in that time

she has proved herself to be
a person of the utmost integrity.

The evidence suggests otherwise.

The evidence is purely circumstantial.
There's no motive.

And your interest
in helping her is because?

I have done well

since arriving as a migrant
in your wonderful country...

And...?

And when I see the opportunity

to give back to
the community, I do so.

How very neighbourly of you.

Miss Lee is also
a very good tenant

and good tenants
are hard to come by.

As my son has pointed out to me
more than once.

So will you take on the case?

I'm not sure you'll like my rates.

The Margaret Preston.

You know the way
to an art lover's heart.

Such fearful drawings.

JACK: We found them on the shelves
in Miss Lee's bookshop.

Oh, dear.

And it seems Saul Michaels was
quite the radical young Zionist.

Perhaps he and Miss Lee
had a row over the texts.

Do you have the autopsy results?

We're waiting on a report,

but the coroner's convinced
it's poisoning, probably strychnine.

We found rat poison in the cupboard.

Hmm, could someone else
have put it there?

Well, apart from the landlord,

there was only one other customer
in the shop that morning.

An old soldier
looking for somewhere warm.

Boer War. I see.

And Yossi Stein was
the auctioneer at the Kadimah —

why is he written down?

He arrived at the bookshop
with Saul Michaels,

but he didn't even set foot inside,

which puts more suspicion on Miss Lee.

Hmph, it's all feeling rather neat.

You should be pleased with yourself.
You called it in the shop.

May I have a word with her?

Is it a personal
or professional visit?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Miss Lee.

You're hardly the visitor
I expected, Miss Fisher.

I've been hired by Saul Abrahams
to investigate his friend's death

and your innocence.

I thought you'd already
made your mind up about my guilt.

I'm hoping you'll
convince me otherwise.

Tell me about Saul Michaels.

He was an intellectual
and a scholar.

He liked books.

He was also a Zionist.
So?

I sympathise.

How can anyone not understand
the yearning for a Jewish homeland

after the pilgrims in Russia?

And yet you keep
anti-Semitic texts in your shop.

I also keep books
on golf, Miss Fisher.

That doesn't mean
I follow the sport.

I believe in freedom of speech,

even for idiots.

You said Saul Michaels was returning
a British Hansard to the shelf

when he collapsed.

Yes.

I'm not sure of the exact volume,

but the details
will be in my lending file.

Tell me about the rat poison.

I keep it in my cupboard.
For what purpose?

To kill rats.

If you don't mind my saying,
you didn't seem very distressed.

Because I didn't break down
in tears and bear my soul?

How could you begin
to know how I am feeling?

(TENSE MUSIC)

(LOCK RATTLES)

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Put the book down.

Damn, my gun!

Ohh!

(GRUNTS)

(TRUCK HORN BLARES)

(PANTS)

I think you take
unnecessary risks, Miss.

On this occasion,
you might be right, Dot.

I've been searching through
this book from cover to cover

and for the life of me

I can't work out why people
are prepared to kill for it.

(SIGHS)

Well, I had some luck with that
old digger in the bookshop, Miss.

According to the military museum,

there aren't many Boer War veterans
living in the Melbourne area

and only one with the kind of medals
Miss Lee described —

Mr. Archie Davies.

Excellent sleuthing work, Dot.

And you tracked down
Mr. Davies's address?

Yes, Miss, to some
lodgings in Carlton,

but he was evicted three months ago,

though the manager did imply

that he was...a very loyal patron
of every public bar in the city.

Sounds like a job for Cec and Bert.

(KNOCKS) A Mr. Abrahams
is downstairs, Miss.

The young attractive one, I hope.

Joe Macpherson's made you an offer.

He says he'll be good for money
in a couple of days.

So that's it?

Oh, and best of luck.
I hope it's worth it.

Hang on a tick, Bert!
Argue the price with Macpherson.

As far as I'm concerned,
our partnership is done.

Leave whenever you like.

Morning. Miss Fisher
has a job for you.

Well, Dot, you can tell Mr. Yates

he's no longer a part of this household
and he can be on his way.

And you can tell Mr. Johnson I'm not
going anywhere until I choose to.

Oh, stop it, both of you!

While you're under this roof,
you both still work for Miss Fisher

and as it happens
she asked particularly

for the two of you to work together
to locate this suspect.

She said that, did she? Together?

That's what she expects.

You're a team, so if you want the job,
you'll have to act like one.

You heard what Dotty said.

What Dotty don't know
won't hurt her, will it?

It's every man for himself now.

They're from my father's garden.

They're beautiful.

Mr. Butler, the Noritake vase would be...

...just perfect.

Please, take a seat.

You said you had some evidence.

Does this have
any significance for you —

a British Hansard, 1920, Volume 40?

No. Should it?

According to Miss Lee's records,

Saul Michaels borrowed it
from the bookshop

and returned it the day he died,

and last night someone broke into
the bookshop trying to retrieve it.

They were prepared to risk
their life for it...and mine.

All part of the job.
And I beat them to the post.

Well, then, this book
must mean something.

I've searched it
from front cover to back,

but for the life of me
I can't determine its worth.

Do you have a letter opener?

My parents hid valuables
in the spines of books

when they emigrated to Australia.

Um, may I?

Miss Lee will have to forgive us.

(GASPS)

How clever!

From the kabbalah.

But why would Saul leave it
in the bookshop?

Because the bookshop
was our secret meeting place.

I too believe in the Zionist cause.

Why didn't Miss Lee
tell me about this?

Well, because my father
would evict her

if he knew that she was
supporting their cause.

She has more to fear
than losing a bookshop.

Mm.

Do you know what these words mean?

I'm not certain,

but I do know someone
that could help.

(PLAYS MOURNFUL TUNE)

This song, 'Raisins and Almonds',
it was a favourite of Saul's.

(PEOPLE APPLAUD)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

My friend here is investigating
the death of Saul Michaels.

I don't think we've officially met.
Mr. Yossi Stein, isn't it?

I hear you were
at Miss Lee's bookshop yesterday.

And that is a crime?

Mr. Stein,
I've unearthed some evidence

that may explain your friend's death,

but I need help to understand it.

Gentlemen, as respect to your friend,

if you know something, please speak.

Saul was a student of kabbalah —
religious philosophical teachings.

It may be from one of his books.
That is all I know.

And this handwritten annotation?
Do you know what that means?

It looks like Old Hebrew.

Perhaps I could translate, but I would
need to refer to some texts.

If I can study it...

Thank you, but if you can't translate
for me right now,

I can study texts myself

and this is valuable evidence.

Where are Saul's lodgings?

He kept a room above
my uncle's shop.

I'd like you to take me there.
Good day, gentlemen.

It looks like a whole
laboratory up here.

Saul was a student of sciences.

He was a great help with
the leather glues and dyes for the shop.

Well, whatever he was cooking up,
it certainly creates a right pong.

Be careful with that.

Who knows what these chemicals are?

Any idea what these
scribblings are about?

I left school
to learn my trade at 15.

Simon here would know more
about these things than me.

Uncle Chaim makes the best shoes
in Melbourne.

He cared for Saul like his own son.

You mentioned the kabbalah.

The kabbalic teachings try to divine
the nature of the universe,

the essence of life itself.

It's where he tore the page.

May I keep this?

Of course.
(DOORBELL CHIMES)

Oh, excuse me. A customer.

(INQUISITIVE MUSIC)

Do you know if Saul had a girlfriend?

I doubt his religious studies
left time for that.

You might be surprised.

The perfect match for your brooch.

I thought it lost.

Where did you find it?

Under Saul Michaels's bed.

Were you having
a dalliance with Saul?

That is none of your business.

For goodness sake, woman, I'm trying
to save you from the gallows.

Yes.

We were lovers.

The others, his friends,
knew nothing.

He would come to my shop for books
on philosophy and science.

But Saul was so widely read.

He could quote all the poets

and he would tell me stories
about his childhood in Europe

and he would read to me,

translations
of Yiddish poems and songs.

His favourite was 'Raisins and Almonds'.

So that's why you
tidied up the china...

...to hide the true nature
of your relationship.

Tongues wag cruelly
around this neighbourhood.

Tongues wag cruelly all across town.

A single woman trying
to make ends meet...

Saul had more to lose than I.

He had a wife in Poland.

They married at 16,

but when he left, she promised
that she would wait for him

until they could be together
in the Holy Land.

So we both knew that
when his Zionist dream came true...

...it would be the end
of our dream of being together.

And he thought that day had come.

I don't understand.

The night before he died

Saul told me that he had finally found
a way to make them all rich...

...rich enough so that
they could leave Australia

and help create a Jewish homeland.

He was so full of hope.

But I just let him die, didn't I?

I just let him die.

(MOURNFUL MUSIC)

Oh, Miss Fisher, the Inspector
would like a word before you leave.

Do you know what it's about?

Uh, I believe it's to do with
a break and enter,

property damage and trespass
on the scene of a crime.

What evidence do you have that it
was me who broke into the bookshop?

An Hispano-Suiza
parked outside at the time.

If a tree falls in a forest...

You were very likely
somewhere close by wielding the axe.

Well...I didn't break the window.

That was done by a man
in a black trench coat with a hat —

the same man who attacked me when
I tried to stop him stealing a book.

He attacked you?

I disturbed him.
He ran off with the book.

I gave chase, he took a shot at me,

so I did the only thing I could
in the circumstances.

You called for help?
I stabbed him in the shoulder.

Oh...

Did you at least get
a good look at this fellow?

No, he escaped into the night.

Huh.

Well, this autopsy report
is just as mysterious.

No traces of strychnine
in his blood,

nothing in the teacups or pot
and nothing in the stomach contents.

So it wasn't rat poison?
No, and it wasn't ingested.

It could have been
inhaled or injected.

He had no wounds or abrasions

apart from a paper cut
on his index finger.

If that was the entry point

it must have been
an extremely lethal poison.

Mm, “And the victim
had black smudge marks

“on his left and right
index fingers and thumbs."

I've met someone else with
marks on his hands like that.

Yossi Stein — the young Zionist.
You'll find him at the Kadimah.

He was the one who accompanied
Saul to the bookshop that morning

and I suspect he's hiding something.

It could be related to this.

It was in the book
our mystery thief was after,

hidden in the spine of the Hansard.

And of course you were about
to hand it in as evidence.

I'm sure I just did.

Now I need it back so I can have this
translated from ancient Hebrew.

I doubt my ancient Hebrew
will impress you,

but I studied enough science
to recognise those symbols.

This is the symbol for lead
and the symbol for gold.

He who could turn lead into gold

could cure all disease
and make men immortal...theoretically.

But how does it help Miss Lee?

She wouldn't have killed him, Jack.

She loved him.

They were having an affair.

He was married.

It happens.

Well, there's your motive.

Miss Lee wouldn't be the first woman
to kill in a jealous rage.

Miss Lee doesn't
seem the type to rage.

Then she poisoned her lover quietly
rather than lose him.

Oh, good afternoon, Miss.

Mr. Abrahams — the young one —
is waiting for you.

Miss Fisher.

I've come to apologise.

I'm afraid I haven't been
completely frank with you.

Continue.

My father would be able
to translate for you.

From the ancient Hebrew.
I'm sure of it.

Why didn't you ask him?

Because I know that
he would refuse me.

The idea of his son

having anything to do with
those that would rather leave

to chase a Jewish dream
of nationhood

fills him with despair.

He doesn't want to lose his son.

So I think it would be best

if you were the one
to ask for my father's help.

He will be checking repairs
at the bookshop this evening at 5:00

if you choose to speak with him.

Perhaps you will come to supper
this evening — around 8:00? —

and I'll tell you how I fared.

I look forward to it.

I can see myself out.

Another job for you, Dot.

It seems our poison
wasn't strychnine after all.

We're after something
much more lethal — to the touch.

Any other clues, Miss?
Not at the moment.

Ask Dr. Mac her advice on
the most dangerous poisons available.

Oh, and any news
on the Boer War front?

Not at this stage, Miss,

but I have every faith
in Cec and Bert.

They're a very good team.

Bert: Name's Archie Davies,
old Boer soldier,

decorated, won the Queen Vic Medal.

Yeah, yeah, I know the bloke.

I...I haven't seen him
for a while, though.

You might try the Royal
down here in Dumaresq Street.

OK, thank you.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(LAUGHS)
Hey!

Oi, Cec!

Oh.

I was hoping to meet your
brother here, Mr. Abrahams,

to ask him a favour.

Good luck to you, then.

Oh, and look who should come.

Chaim, we have a meeting
at the Kadimah.

I had hoped that you
would be finished by now.

And you should always
have hope, brother,

but, you see,
I disappoint you yet again.

I need your help with my investigations,
Mr. Abrahams.

I understand that you can
translate from Old Hebrew.

Yes, our parents
could only afford

a classical education
for their smartest son.

This is mystical nonsense.

But it was important to Saul

and I suspect it has
something to do with his death.

Show me.

“The invisible will become visible
only through flames."

That was your father's translation.

The keys to the kabbalah
are light and heat —

the endless light of the divine
and the flame of creation.

It might take me more than one evening
to completely understand.

There is a whole centre for study
at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem

and they still have
not solved the mystery.

Speaking of your faith, Mr. Abrahams,

should you be sitting this close
to a lady gentile?

As long as I don't hold your hand...

...or dance with you...

...or kiss you goodnight.

And I'm happy to tempt fate.

Are you now?

(SCRAPING IN DISTANCE)

(GLASS SMASHES)

What was that?

It seems fate has intervened.

SIMON: Yossi!

PHRYNE: What do you want?

Where would you like it?
In the head or in the heart?

The head's better for you,
but more mess for me,

though I'm running low on ammunition
and I'd rather save my last bullet.

Please, no.

Then answer the question —
what are you doing here?

For the formula.
SIMON: What formula?

For alchemic perfection —
to turn lead into gold.

That's absurd.

They're just stories, Yossi, ideas.
No-one can do that.

No, it's true.
Saul was experimenting.

And he told us all
he'd made a discovery...

...an invention to raise
money for the cause.

MR BUTLER: Are you alright, Miss?

I'm fine.

Just an unexpected visitor.
Simon will help me entertain him.

Well, goodnight, then.
Goodnight.

Keep talking.
Who was Saul trading with?

He wouldn't tell me.
It was too dangerous.

That day in the bookshop,
was it a rendezvous?

Yes.

But something must have gone wrong.

He was doublecrossed.

Are you the only one
who knew what Saul was up to?

(STAMMERS)

Did you take a shot at me
that night in the bookshop?

No.
Unbutton your shirt.

Get out now

before I decide to have
the police charge you

with breaking into my house.

“What is invisible
let the flames make visible."

“What is invisible
let the flames make visible."

Do you have a match, Constable?

What are you trying to match, sir?

My wits against Miss Fisher's,
if my hunch is right.

Don't you burn it.

(GASPS)

There is your formula.

SIMON: Miss Fisher!

Sorry to interrupt, Miss.
He was rather insistent.

It's Yossi Stein.
You need to come quickly.

My uncle found him here.
He's stone cold.

What was he trying to do?

JACK: That beaker in his hand
contains pure mercury.

You think he took his own life?

No, I think someone
would like us to believe he did.

Righto, then. I'll keep looking.

Hey!
Oh, sorry, mate.

I'm not your mate!
Steady on!

Hey! Oi!
Get off!

(CHUCKLES)
He's with me.

Just horsing.

You right?

Right as rain.

Thanks.

Keep it down!
There's people trying to sleep.

Your name Archie Davies?

Nice set of medals
you got there.

What?

Well, it's not as easy
as our Miss Fisher thinks

to narrow it down, Dot.

There are poisons everywhere.

It's a matter of how likely you are
to come in contact with them.

Everywhere?

But some commonly regarded poisons
won't kill you right away.

Take mercury, for example.

It might not strike you down instantly,
but it will make you as mad as a hatter.

How horrible.

But not usually fatal.

So I suspect whatever dispatched him

was the same poison that
finished off his friend Saul.

Miss Fisher thinks
it's a poison that kills on contact.

Still, that doesn't help me much.

Oh, there's a whole host
of possible spiders

and poisonous plants are everywhere.

That vase of flowers would kill you
if you went about it the wrong way.

No, the lovely purple bloom there,
wolf bane,

it contains aconite —

one of the most poisonous
substances in the world.

Alright, where is this cobbler's shop
they want me at?

Mr. Butler trimmed them himself.

It might be an idea
to wear gloves next time.

MAC: I've got some
butadiene, styrene,

potassium persulfate

and mercaptan.

Thanks, Mac. I knew
I could rely on you.

I'm only here because I was born with
the type of inquiring mind

that often gets me into trouble.

What's your excuse?

I thought I was solving a murder,

but I'll settle for gold
if that's what you come up with.

MAC: Maybe I made
a mistake somewhere.

Saul studied in Hebrew,
which is written right to left,

so perhaps...

...try inverting the formula.

What's that?

I can see something forming.

Wake up, Jack.

It's coagulating. Any second now.

Ow!
Don't touch!

'Impatience' is your middle name.

'Virtue' was already taken.

Huh. Remind you of anything?

Why, it's...
Rubber.

Artificial rubber.

In an expanding world market,

the formula for artificial rubber
would be worth...

Its weight in gold.

Exactly.

So if Saul dropped this formula off,

who was meant to pick it up
and where was his reward?

Maybe that's where our
Boer War veteran can help us.

Cec and Bert are still
trying to track him down.

Oh, relying on those
two red-raggers, Lord help us.

(BERT AND CEC GRUNT)

Bert: Can't vouch
for his table manners.

How about we put him
in the fernery?

He doesn't look like
a very promising witness.

A bit of a kick and a bucket
of cold water — that'll help.

Come on!

See how much better things are
when you two cooperate?

What were you doing in the bookshop?

I was doing a favour,

delivering a...a...

...a book for this fella.

What book? Was it called Hansard?

I don't think so.

You don't remember anything else?

I just, uh...just returned the book.
That's all.

Asked me to put it
with them other books —

the ones you said, Hansons.

Oh, there's no crime
in that, is there?

The fellow who got you to do this,
can you describe him for me?

I don't remember much.

Think back.

I can't imagine it's every day
somebody asks you to deliver a book.

Oh, I'm not good with, uh...

...faces.

My memory's shot ever since the war.

This man who you can't remember...

...did he pay you?

I don't rightly remember.

Thank you for your help, Mr. Davies.

(LEATHER CREAKS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well, that was a waste, Miss.

A bucket of porridge,
bacon and eggs and a pint of coffee

all for nothing.

A good breakfast is never
wasted on a hungry man, Dot.

And on the contrary, I think
we're making very good progress.

Oh, careful, Miss.
Those flowers are dangerous.

Oh, who told you that? Your priest?

No, no, no, Dr. Macmillan.

They used to grind up the roots
of those purple ones

and use them for poison arrows.

How fascinating.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
The door's open!

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

I won't ask how you got in.

Yossi believed Saul
was doing some kind of deal

the morning he came to the shop

and we know he deposited the book
with the formula in it that morning,

so he would've been
expecting some kind of reward.

I assume this is where our
Boer War veteran comes in...

...20 minutes before
Saul Michaels arrived.

You can't fit £5,000 into a book,

but it could've been
a bank cheque, money order,

even a safety deposit key.

Miss Lee couldn't remember
the digger carrying anything at all.

She thought he had
nowhere else to go.

This book — it's the one Miss Lee
talked about, Saul's favourite.

If he was poisoned through
that cut on his hand...

'Raisins and Almonds'.

That's the one he read to her.

It looks like blood.

Yes.

I think we should handle this book with
the greatest respect.

You didn't see that.

A blade — explains the paper cut.

I suspect that powder is aconite

derived from wolf bane,

the prettiest purple flowers,

but the poison from the roots
attacks the nervous system,

causing fitting, nausea...

You're an expert in botany
as well as criminology now.

I confess some help from Dr. Mac.

Ahh.

I take it you know where
this plant can be sourced.

I'll know for certain by the time
you test the murder weapon.

An impressive array of blooms
you have, Mr. Abrahams.

You did not come here
just to admire my flowers.

You choose to cultivate
a very dangerous genus...

unfortunately for Saul.

I'm afraid I am not following.

There seems to be a plant
missing from here...

...a very poisonous plant.

What is it you are trying
to say to me, Miss Fisher?

Speak directly!

Ben, come quickly!

They have Simon.

Who?

Someone rang the doorbell.
All that was there was this note.

It says that they will kill him.
Unless we meet their demands.

What do they want? Money?
A formula.

They will release him
in exchange for it.

Formula? What formula?

How can we concede to their demands
if we do not have what they want?

I have the formula.
What are their instructions?

The vaults at the Eastern Markets.

In vault 16 we must
leave the formula

and there will be instructions
to find Simon.

We must call the police!

They say if we involve them,
Simon will be killed.

We can take my motor car. We should
follow their commands to the letter.

Not you, Dot. It's too dangerous.

(WHISPERS) Get to a telephone,
call Inspector Robinson.

Ask him to meet me
at the Eastern Markets.

Quickly, Dot.
But...

(TENSE MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGS)

Good afternoon.
City South Police Station.

C...

Dot, Dot, calm down
and speak slowly. Inspector!

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ah, here it is - 16.

PHRYNE: Did he pay you?

SIMON: Uncle Chaim makes
the best shoes in Melbourne.

What do they want? What is it?

Don't think for a moment
I won't shoot.

What are you doing?
I want to find my son!

Tell your brother what you've done.

If you kill me,
you will never find Simon.

You know where he is?

Off with the jacket.

That's where I stabbed him

when I caught him
breaking into the bookshop

for a formula he hoped would
make him thousands of pounds.

I don't care about that!
I want my son!

Take us to him. Now.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Untie him.

Stay back, Ben.
It's alright. He's alive.

SIMON: Look out!
Ohh!

Get back!
Chaim, stop this madness!

You don't tell me what to do!

Uncle...
Stay out of it, Simon.

All I want is the formula.
It belongs to me.

What's the point?
You'll never get away now.

You won't stop me.

So it was you.
It was you behind everything.

He stole what was mine!

The idea to create artificial rubber
was mine.

I paid Saul to make the experiments,

but he doublecrossed me.

He kept his discovery secret so he could
use the money for your cause.

So you killed him?

He betrayed me.

Saul was like a son to me,

but he treated me the same way
that everyone does —

like an ignorant fool.

SIMON: And Yossi?

He accused me. I...I had no choice.

Yossi boasted to me
of Saul's discovery.

He thought they'd made gold.

There was no secret buyer.

It was me.

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

Put the gun down, Uncle.

Ben, tie her up.

No!

Oh!

It came from the basement.

(GROANS)
He's losing too much blood.

We need a doctor now.

Chaim, I beg of you,
let her go for help.

Now you are the one to come begging!

Chaim, please.

JACK: Put the gun down.
CHAIM: Stop or I'll shoot.

No closer.

Chaim, why are you doing this?

Because it was my turn, brother.

You thought you were
the only one with a dream, huh,

the only one worthy of success,

with your big house
and your fine son?

Because you made me leave
all my treasures behind,

the village, my sweetheart,

all my hopes...

Put the gun down, Chaim.

Stay out of this, Miss Fisher.

Get back.

Get out of the way, dammit!

Put the gun down, Chaim.
Give it to me.

(GUN CLICKS)

(CLICKS REPEATEDLY)

(SOBS) Oh, no, no.

Not even death.

(SOBS)

That was a damn stupid thing to do.

I knew there were no bullets left.

I'll telephone for an ambulance.

HUGH: You're free to go, Miss.

Simon Abrahams?

He'll recover, but his uncle Chaim
will probably hang.

A life for a life.
How does that help?

It doesn't, not in the least.

I'm just glad it wasn't your life.

Thank you.

Well, then, Joe come through
with the money?

No.

Took one look at the books
and reckoned he'd be a mug to buy in.

(CHUCKLES) He did, did he?

I guess that means you won't
be buying a farm in a hurry.

Yeah. Oh, well.

What will you do?

Don't know.
Alice's aunt lives in Elwood.

There's a bungalow out the back.

Well, you're still half owner of
the business, for what it's worth.

(CHUCKLES) That's not much.

No.

But it's enough for me.

Pub?

Yeah.

What say we drink
in the ladies' lounge?

And why would that be?

So Alice can come along.

As long as I don't
have to drink shandies.

Jack?

Still here.

Poor Miss Lee.

Saul was lost to her
from the moment they met.

I've been contemplating
what to write to his wife.

Five years and half a world apart.

What kind of a marriage
can survive that?

I went to war a newlywed.

But you came home.

Not the man my wife
married 16 years ago.

War will do that to you.

My wife's been living with her sister
for some time now.

But a marriage is still a marriage,
Miss Fisher.

Especially to a man of honour.

(SOLEMN JAZZ MUSIC)