All language subtitles for S01E12 Murder in the Dark

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)

SONG: ♪ And that's why Chinks do it
Japs do it

♪ Up in Lapland, little Lapps do it

♪ Let's do it,
let's fall in love. ♪

PRUDENCE: Arthur!

(SONG CONTINUES)

(CHUCKLES)
PRUDENCE: Come inside at once!

Can't you hear me calling?

What are you eating?

Shh, shh, shh!

You wake her.

Dear God!

(THEME MUSIC)

I found another costume, Miss.

But they will need a good airing
before we pack them.

Don't worry, Dot. We still have
a couple of days left before the ball.

So that's a Roman warrior, a clown.

Little Red Riding Hood,
the wolf, an angel,

and I'll pack Cleopatra separately
so the frock won't crush.

Wonderful. There's nothing I like better
than a fancy dress ball.

Although, it does seem an odd choice for
an engagement party.

I am surprised your Aunt Prudence
doesn't think it unseemly, Miss.

I'm sure she does,

but my darling Cousin Guy
has always found a way

to wrap the old dear
around his little pinkie.

Mr. Butler, any chance of
a broken fan belt or a flat tyre today?

No chance at all, Miss.

Your motor car
is running like a dream.

(SIGHS)
(PHONE RINGS)

I'll get it.

Hello. Miss Fisher speaking.

Aunt Prudence.

Luncheon's off?

What a shame.

Oh, no.

Yes, of course.
Did you call the police?

Leave it to me.

Connect me to City South
Police Station, please,

Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.

It's urgent.

Put another pin in your hat, Dot.
You're in for a very fast ride.

Oh, Phryne, this is
a complete disaster.

The poor unfortunate girl.

Two days before
the engagement party.

Don't worry, Mother! There can be
no question of the party going ahead.

Hello, Guy.
Cousin Phryne.

Excuse me. I'm a little damp.

It was supposed to be a happy occasion
when we met again.

May I present my companion,
Miss Dorothy Williams.

Mr. Guy Stanley.

Miss Williams.

A pleasure.

So who is she?

Marigold Brown.
She's the stablehand's daughter.

I engaged her as a chambermaid.

I...I think we should wait
for the police to arrive.

Phryne, don't touch her.

Pretty girl.

The inspector's coming, Miss.

You made it here
in alarmingly good time.

I know a shortcut.

Where was she found?

Floating in the middle
of the swimming pool.

I walked this way
about 9 o'clock for the roses,

but I saw nothing suspicious then.

Who pulled her out of the water?
My son Guy.

It was after 10 o'clock. I had
a mad hope she might still be alive.

It looks like she hit her head.

Perhaps on the edge of the pool.

Such a tragic mishap.

Come, Mother.

Well, come on. What's your theory?

Take a look around her collar.

This girl didn't drown.
She was strangled.

Murdered?

Oh, the poor, poor girl.

JACK: When was she last seen?
Did anyone spot her this morning?

I'll have to ask
my housekeeper, Mrs. Truebody.

Phryne, would you
ring the bell, please?

(PHRYNE RINGS BELL)
I told you to stay in your room.

I want to play with Marigold.

Where is she?

She's...sleeping, my darling boy.

Oh, look who's just arrived.

Cousin...Cousin Phryne. Mmm.

Oh! And look what I have for you.

Gobstoppers...

...and they're enormous!

You can't have them unless
you go back to your room.

(ARTHUR CHUCKLES)

As you see, Detective Inspector,
my son is...

Well, his faculties are limited.

We'll need to speak to every member of
the household all the same,

including Arthur.

Of course.

The girl's father-
where can we find him?

Herbert Brown. He lodges
behind the stable house.

Oh, where in heaven's name
is Mrs. Truebody?

MAN: She was only 16,
still a little girl.

I've done my best
since we lost her mother.

Thank God she's not here for this.

When was the last time
you saw your daughter?

It would've been last night,
about bedtime.

Marigold likes to check on me
of an evening.

But you didn't see her this morning?

Mm-mm.

She stays up at the servant quarters
in the main house

since they put her on as a maid.

She was coming up in the world.

I'm afraid I have to ask
where you were this morning,

just for the record,
between 9 and 10 o'clock.

Where I always am -
mucking out the stables.

Can anyone confirm this for us?
Anyone here?

Yes, Mr. Guy.

He came over to look at the horses.

Oh, that's right -

he asked me to saddle up
a couple of mounts for him,

him and his lady friend.

I had breakfast with
my ravishing bride-to-be, Isabella...

...in my room.

What time was that?

Early. It must have been 9:00.

Practically the crack of dawn.

JACK: What did you do after that?

The usual — just came downstairs,
nabbed the newspaper,

wafted about the garden...

Anywhere near the stables?

Yes, actually, now you mention it.
I went to see my old horses.

What time would that have been?

I've never really been
a watch-the-clock type of fellow.

Was anyone else there?
Just Herbert.

Mother inherited him
when the neighbours

sold off their nags for sports cars.

I mean...I mean, he does
know his horseflesh, though.

Oh, surely you don't think

he had anything to do
with his daughter's death?

We're just eliminating him
from our inquiries,

as we'll be doing with
the rest of the household.

Tell me, when might
we speak with your fiancée?

Isabella. Phryne Fisher.

Ah, the cousin!

We've met, haven't we?

That dazzling party
in Charing Cross?

I ended up on the dining table

reciting an indecent version of
'The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck'.

Oh, yes Darling!

Phryne's just reminded me
of the night we fell in love.

(GUY CHUCKLES)

At least she knows what
a terrible rake she's marrying.

I think we're perfectly suited...
(WHISPERS IN FRENCH)

When you're ready,
Inspector Robinson's

waiting for you in the front parlour.

Oh, should I dress or not?
How good-looking is he?

Phryne, I'm sorry.
I can't offer you tea.

I've just been told
my housekeeper left at dawn.

The police won't be happy about that.

That's the second one
since we arrived.

What do you do to your staff,
Mrs. Stanley?

Mrs. Truebody just upped and left
without any reason?

ISABELLA: Apart from
your aunt telling her

the croquembouche tower looked
like someone stuck a pin in it.

This is turning out to be
such a beastly day.

You do realise we'll have
to cancel the party, Isabella.

Absolutely.
It's so adorably Australian.

Where else but in the Antipodes
would an entire household

go into mourning over
a stablehand's daughter?

Sweet as the girl was

PHRYNE: Well,
it shouldn't bother you.

Everybody who's worth knowing
lives in London anyway, don't they?

True.

It was a silly idea of Guy's

foisting the engagement
on his poor mother.

(SCOFFS) It was not silly at all!

If the wedding
is to be held overseas,

it's perfectly reasonable
I should host the engagement.

Well, it's a moot point now.

Excuse me, I have
a date with a policeman.

It's probably all for the best, Mother.

Oh!

I think you should go ahead
as planned, Aunt Prudence.

I'll loan you my staff.

Would you really?

Although, I'm not entirely sure
it's appropriate.

Well, there's nothing more
you can do for Marigold

and some of your guests
have sailed from England.

What about the catering?

Would that be...
Up to scratch?

Mr. Butler is Cordon Bleu trained.

Oh. We'll need waiters and footmen.

I know a couple of gentlemen

who might fit the bill
in an Antipodean kind of way,

if that would help.

Do you know, I believe it would.

Thank you.

Ah, hello there.

Right.

Oh!

Which one of you
wants to inspect me?

HUGH: No drag marks.
Not so much as a snapped twig.

Then I'd say somebody carried her,
already strangled,

and just dropped her in the pool.

What about Herbert?

His alibi matched up
with your cousin's story.

He was saddling the horses for
a bit of a gallop around the estate.

Isn't that what the upper class do
of a morning?

Possibly, but not Guy.

He was kicked in the teeth by
a foreshore pony at the age of eight

and he's refused to mount
anything...equine ever since.

Why would Herbert lie
about saddling the horses?

And why would Guy go anywhere
near the stables in the first place?

What about Isabella?
Anything worth noting?

Not apart from her outfit

We're just about done with
the household, aren't we, Collins,

apart from the housekeeper?

Yes, sir. Mrs. Truebody lived in,
so there's no home address.

But I have the name of the agency
she was registered with.

Good. Let's get back to the station.
We can track it down.

What about the discrepancy
between Guy and Herbert's evidence?

We're pursuing it.

I'd say a poorly
thought-out collusion.

Possibly, but right now
I'm late for another appointment.

Who's your appointment with?

A barrister. It must be
some kind of court appearance.

JACK: Get moving, Collins!

(MOROSE MUSIC)

I hope no ants have followed you in.

I'm not sure what it means,
but I found it under the hedge

after you rushed off
for more urgent matters.

How did you go with your barrister?

What?

Hugh mentioned it in passing.
Tricky case coming up?

Um, my most challenging yet,
but not one that concerns you.

“Minor abrasion to forehead,

“severe bruising to neck and windpipe
inflicted prior to immersion.

“Most likely cause of death was
asphyxiation due to strangulation."

No surprises there.
Read on,

“Welt marks to the upper back."

Someone was belting her

“No evidence of forced
sexual penetration,

“however, deceased was not a virgin."

And the toxicology report

says she consumed copious amounts of
alcohol the night before she died.

She didn't lead
a sheltered life, then.

And there could be a boyfriend
we should be suspecting somewhere

if we dig a little deeper.

Jane, how nice to see you.

And Mr. Butler.

At your service, Mrs. Stanley.

Where are the others?
Cec and Bert were right behind us.

Not those two
ex-wharfie rabble-rousers.

You wanted staff, Aunt Prudence.

You still have the full day
to get them into line.

Ah, Mr. Albert Johnson
and Mr. Cecil Yates.

I'm sure you've met my aunt,
Mrs. Prudence Stanley.

G'day.

PHRYNE: This will shape up
very nicely by tomorrow.

MEN Whoa!

Do be careful!

Each bottle of that champagne
is worth more than your weekly wage.

Must be bloody liquid gold

French. How heavenly.

PRUDENCE: Guy seems
to have made a mistake.

I ordered 2 dozen, not 20 dozen

I gather you were paying for it.
(CHUCKLES)

Where is Guy anyway?

Finishing the clues
for the treasure hunt.

Mrs. Stanley, your honest opinion.

(PRUDENCE GASPS) Oh, my stars.

Do you think the wig is too much?

Oh, I know you bright young things
like to whoop it up a bit,

but please remember
some of our guests

are highly influential people.

PHRYNE: Isabella, my ward Jane.

How do you do? Is that
your costume for the party?

Yes, I'm Lady Godiva.

Ohh...

I thought you were Eve.
Godiva didn't have a fig leaf.

Oh, clever girl.

Please, not here!

Jane, why don't you
go into the kitchen

and ask Mr. Butler for some tea?

They're so sweet at that age.

Poor little Marigold.
And that villain of a father.

I hope they hang him.
Isabella!

Well, who else would have done it?
He was an old soak.

Poor Mr. Brown.

Is he a drinker?

Oh, I don't know
what she's talking about.

Lord Fraser couldn't recommend him
highly enough.

Ridiculous!

(HORSES NEIGH AND WHINNY)

Mr. Brown?

I stopped in to have a word

with your aunt's neighbour
on the way here.

According to Lord Fraser,

Herbert Brown was
quick to use a whip

and not just on his horses.

And it seems he liked
more than a drop

of cheap, nasty, hard liquor.

JACK: Doesn't look too cheap to me.
Can I help you?

How did you come by this, Mr. Brown?

The usual way — at the pub.

You wouldn't find this
at your local watering hole.

It's one of the most expensive
Scotch whiskies in the world.

I didn't know that.

It was a present.
Mr. Guy gave it to me.

PHRYNE: Why?

He must appreciate my hard work.

Did Marigold mention
anyone mistreating her,

punishing her for anything?

Not that I recall. Why?

There were welt marks
on your daughter's body.

Perhaps you mistook her for a horse.

I may have taken the belt to her
once or twice for her own good.

The lads were like
bees around a honey pot.

I didn't want her to get knocked up.

What was I supposed to do?

Now, if you're done with me,
I've got things I should do.

JACK: Of course.

He doesn't impress me with
his child-rearing skills.

I'm not convinced
he's a killer either.

What if it's not Guy covering up
for Herbert but the other way around?

That would explain
the bottle of Scotch.

Ah! There you are, sir.

Uh, I contacted the agency,

but Mrs. Truebody
hasn't been in contact

since they placed her
with Miss Fisher's aunt.

So she left in a hurry,
no forwarding address

and no position to move on to.

Do you think she's our killer, sir?
Or she knows who is.

Either way, we seem
to have reached a dead end.

I know you interviewed all the staff,

but never underestimate
the power of downstairs gossip.

Mrs. Truebody can't have disappeared.

She was headed for
a holiday cottage at lnverloch.

Goes there once a year to take in
the sea air, apparently.

What was that name again?

BERT: Sea Wind?
Sea View or something?

Sea Breeze. Sea Breeze
Holiday Cottages.

Any problems, Mr. Butler?

No, Mrs. Stanley.
Everything's going very well.

Now, find a safe place
to store that, good chap. Hmm.

Is that your famous English fudge?

PRUDENCE: Oh!

Oh, you wouldn't like it, Mother.
It's made with figs.

Eugh!

May I ask, Miss Fisher,
what is so special about this fudge?

Apart from the country of origin,
of course.

Believe me, Mr. Butler,
it's very special indeed.

Sea Breeze Holiday
Cottages, lnverloch.

Ca-ruh-uh-mm-es...

Crumbs! Breadcrumbs, breadcrumbs!

(GIGGLES)

I'm reading 'Hansel and Gretel'

JANE: I just taught him a few words.

It's a present. A present!

When do I not bring you a present?

Hope you haven't
chosen your costume yet.

Since 'Hansel and Gretel'
is your favourite fairytale...

I'm going to be Hansel.

I'm...I'm going to be Hansel

and...and guess
who's going to be Gretel.

Who?

Marigold!

She...she...she loves fairytales.

Darling...

...Marigold isn't here anymore.

Where is she?

She had to go away.

Because of me.

No, of course not!

Yes, it is because I didn't
give her my toffee apple

and...and Mother's cross too because
I'm not supposed to have sweeties.

Tell me, did you see Marigold...

Phryne, that's enough!

Why did you tell Jack Robinson
it was you who found Marigold?

I did find her

Arthur had no idea she was dead.
Still doesn't, I hope.

Well, somebody should tell him.
He has a right to know.

How long is it now since
little Janey disappeared, Phryne?

Arthur was still a boy
when your sister went missing.

He still has bad dreams,

still awakes in the night
calling for her.

Well, this time
there's no reason to hope.

The kindest thing you can do for Arthur
is tell him that.

(BANGING AND SMASHING)

Arthur!
Janey!

Arthur, stop it at once!

JANEY!

For pity's sake!
Where's Janey? Come back!

I was just teaching him
my name. That's all!

PRUDENCE: Shh, shh!
(ARTHUR CRIES)

Oh!
I just want Janey to come back.

JANE: Does he mean Marigold?

Did the woodcutter hurt Marigold?

No, you've got it wrong.

There was no woodcutter.

He was in the garden and he gave her
a toffee apple. I saw him!

Here?

And where were you?

Hiding?

The woodcutter gave you an apple?

To go away.

But I didn't go away.

And then...

You saw the woodcutter with Marigold?

She wasn't asleep, was she?

The woodcutter killed her
with his axe, didn't he?

Yes, dear.

I wish I had an axe.

I'd go and I'd find him
and I'd chop him up.

No. don't talk like that.

Arthur, was it someone we know?

Marigold's father?

Someone else from the house?

What did he look like?
Tall, short? What colour hair?

No, no. It was the woodcutter

I saw him - the same one,
the one who took Janey.

That's not possible.

There was a toffee apple left behind
when Janey disappeared.

I've tried to dismiss it
as coincidence.

JACK: That's all it is.
Murdoch Foyle died in prison.

But what if he's duped us all
with trickery

or he paid people to help feign
his death so we all think he's gone,

but he's just biding his time,
waiting to strike?

Strike whom?
Me.

So why would he kill Marigold?

It's a game of cat-and-mouse.

He knew Prudence Stanley
was my aunt.

It's been all over the society pages
with Guy's engagement.

Foyle's dead, Phryne.

But Arthur said it was
the same man who took Janey.

He identified him
in a police line-up!

With all due respect,

your cousin can't
pick the difference

between fairytales and reality

Why connect it with Foyle?

Well, Marigold's death
reminded him of Janey's

and whoever he saw,

he decided it was the same bogeyman -
the woodcutter.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

If it wasn't Murdoch Foyle,
who was it?

The housekeeper saw Marigold
with someone before she left.

Who?

She's on her way back
to Melbourne by train,

compliments of
the Victorian Police Force,

to tell us in person.

Your invitation
to Guy and Isabella's party

as my partner.

Oh, Miss Fisher,
I really don't think...

You still have a murder case to solve

and what better way
to gather information

than to mingle with the crowd?

Besides...

...I need you to remind me
not to be afraid of shadows.

Do you really think Mr. Foyle
is still alive, Miss?

Perhaps he's just haunting me, Dot.

Jack's right.

It's not logical.

Let's hope a hot bath
will bring me to my senses.

I want you to check again
on Murdoch Foyle.

Oh, not you too, Dotty.

He tried to escape from prison,

the plan went wrong
and he was cremated instead.

So there's no way of digging him up
to check. Isn't that suspicious?

It's what his mother wanted.
It was at her request.

Then get me her name.
You sound just like Miss Fisher.

Why can't you trust the records?
Because records can be falsified.

And in all the time I've been
Miss Phryne's companion,

her instincts have never been wrong.

Yes, well, there's always a first.

So does that mean you're
going to help me or not?

I'll see what I can do.

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)

SONG: ♪ It makes no difference
if it's sweet or hot

♪ Just keep that rhythm
Give it everything you've got

♪ It don't mean a thing
if it ain't got that swing... ♪

(SONG CONTINUES)

No, I'm not wearing that.

You need to look the part.

And what part's that?
Part penguin, part panda bloody bear?

Ah, there you are, Phryne.

Did you remember
to collect the petit four?

I did, if Cec and Bert
would unload them from the car.

Ah, don't waste a trip!

You can take Marigold's things
back to her father.

What things?

Oh, don't worry about it.
The police are finished with them.

Follow me, young man.

Why did we agree to this job?

It's only for the early part
of the evening

and I need you
to keep an eye on Jane.

Leave the bag, Cec.
I'll deliver it myself.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

Miss Fisher? Excuse me, Miss.

You better come, quick.

Mr. Butler!

(MR BUTLER LAUGHS GLEEFULLY)

Mr. Butler!

How much fudge did you eat?

One, two...

(LAUGHS) ...buckle my shoe!

PHRYNE: Two pieces?

...three, four.

Four pieces?!

And he's still standing.

What's wrong with the fudge?

It's laced with hash.

Do you mean hashish?

No, no!

Of the highest quality,
if I know Guy.

No, no, no!

Ooh-hoo-hoo!
This way, this way!

Thank you.

(KNOCKS) Mrs. Truebody's train arrives
at 4:00, sir.

Well, if I'm not back by then,
you'll have to interview her yourself.

But I thought she had
important evidence, sir.

I hope she does, Collins,

but I'm not sure when
I'll be released from court,

and I have faith in your abilities.

Thank you, sir.

Uh, which courthouse is it,
just in case I need to find you?

The Federal Magistrates.

That's the divorce court,
isn't it, sir?

I believe so.

Well, good luck, sir.

Oh, I do feel queer.

Lie him down somewhere, Bert.
Sleep's the best thing.

Good idea. It's going to get
a lot worse before it gets better.

What's wrong with Mr. Butler?

He took a liking to Guy's fudge.

Don't press me, Dot, dear.
You would be very shocked.

Now tell me...
what do you make of these?

Oh, why, they're lovely, Miss.

Such beautiful silk tatting.
Are they French?

I suspect so. They're not mine.

The stitching
is practically invisible.

They must have cost a penny.

Too many pennies for Marigold Brown.

They must have been a present,
possibly from a gentleman friend.

That's a very inappropriate
sort of present.

A rich gentlemen friend
given to inappropriate behaviour.

Who springs immediately to mind?

Mr. Guy.

PHRYNE: So where's the inspector?

Surely he gave you some indication
of when he'd return.

He didn't seem to know.
Never mind.

I'm heading past the courthouse
on my way back to Aunt Prudence's.

I can catch him there.
Uh, no, no, no, Miss!

I don't think he would
like that very much.

Why not?

Uh, he... I think
it might be a personal matter.

Personal?

He hasn't robbed a bank, has he?

He...he's...

Mrs. Truebody's waiting for her tea.

The housekeeper?
Has she been helpful?

She says she has...

...she says she has information,
but she says it's delicate

and she's demanding to speak
to a lady police officer.

There are only
four of them in the state!

I tried to explain.

Perhaps a...

...lady investigator would do.

I've done my best for
that household, Miss Fisher.

I know Mrs. Stanley
can be a demanding employer,

but I have exacting
standards myself.

So that's not why you left?

No.

There was an unfortunate...
incident the night before.

I went upstairs to turn down the bed
in Mr. Guy's room.

I knocked, but nobody answered.

So you went in?

Oh! It's a sight I won't forget
in a hurry, like Sodom and Gomorrah.

Guy and his fiancée?

I'd say so, but to tell the truth,

I couldn't see their faces -
the two young ladies -

only Mr. Guy's.

So I couldn't stay under
the same roof after that

and I didn't know
how to tell poor Mrs. Stanley.

Have a look at these, Bluebeard.
Look familiar?

Which one of you gave
Marigold French underwear?

Oh, the stupid woman
should have knocked.

She was barely 16!

Oh, don't go all
moralistic on us, Phryne.

You like your meat tender too.

We had some perfectly lovely times,
the three of us,

then Guy had to go and spoil it all.

It wasn't my fault!

The minx followed me to the cellar
when I went to get supplies.

She pleaded with Guy
to take her back to London with us,

even threatened
to claim we forced her.

Well, there's your motive.

GUY: Her father's
the one with the motive.

He found us in the cellar.
It was jolly embarrassing.

It was Marigolds blood
he was baying for, though.

He dragged her off.

Called her a slut and a whore,
making a dickens of a row.

I had to appropriate
a bottle of something expensive

and go after them
to calm things down.

So for the sake of a drink,

Herbert was prepared to overlook
his daughter's cavorting?

No, he must have killed her

Why else would he be blackmailing me
into giving him an alibi?

So if you weren't with Herbert,
what's your alibi?

I was with Isabella
in the library till after 10:00.

Mm, I had an appointment
with the florist

and she kept banging on about the
symbolism of orchids and stephanotis

until Guy's mother started
screaming about Marigold.

(CHEERFUL JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS)

(PEOPLE CHATTER CHEERFULLY)

(MUSIC AND CHATTER
CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

(SINISTER MUSIC)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(CHEERFUL JAZZ MUSIC
CONTINUES)

Cleopatra! Oh, what an asp.
(CHUCKLES)

Now, Phryne-kins...
(CLEARS THROAT)

..about this Marigold business.

Don't make a fruckus tonight.

Think what it will do to Mother.

Don't worry, Guy.

Our Prudence is in for
a difficult enough evening as it is.

I'm not going to make it worse.

I do love you.

Hmph, so you should.
(CHUCKLES)

You look perfect.

Thank you. So do you.

Now, only lemonade tonight
and no fudge.

Oh, someone left a note for you.

It's still upstairs
on the dressing table.

I'll get it.
I'm going to check on Arthur.

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

Arthur?

Hello, Arthur.

Why aren't you at the party?

Mother says Guy doesn't want me

I can deal with Guy.

I'll be good.

I'll...read my book.

You'll miss out on all the fun.

There's going to be a treasure hunt.

I brought you some treats.

I'm not hungry.

You might change your mind.

Is Mr. Butler going to be alright?
He'll be fine.

It was just a reaction to some fudge.
He must be allergic to figs.

I found out more about
Murdoch Foyle's cremation.

It was at the request of his mother,
Mrs. Gertrude Clark.

Her name's not 'Foyle'?

She was a foster mother.

So I checked with Welfare
and they remembered her

because she was charged with
maltreating six orphans in her care,

starvation and brutality.

She spent two and a half years
in prison.

I've been through her file.

Well, she doesn't sound like
the kind of person I'd want to meet,

but did you find an address?

I did, but it's no help.

Mrs. Clark's been listed as
a missing person for the past fortnight.

Jack, you made it.

Cleopatra, the Queen of the Nile.

Very good.

I assume Hugh told you about
our interview with Mrs. Truebody.

He did.
Good.

I can fill you in on the rest,
but first...

...you need a costume.

How can you protest when you have
no idea what it is I have in mind?

Because 9 times out of 10.

What you have in mind
gives me grief.

There's nothing wrong
with the way I'm dressed.

I'm perfectly disguised
as a police detective.

You won't detect much
in a crowd this fast

in a blue wool suit and tie.

I kept this aside for you.

A passable Mark Antony

if we pilfer that sword on display
in the billiard room.

So I'm to be the triple pillar
of the world

transformed into a strumpet's fool?

You've been at least a single pillar
for far too long.

No-one will know who you are.

Except you.

Come on, Jack.

Just one gaudy night.

If you really want
a Roman soldier...

...then I'll take it from here.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

What is it?
This was left for me.

It was Janey's.

She was wearing ribbons in her hair
the day she disappeared.

I have the other one.

I don't understand. It must be him.
How?

Who else was there that day

that could have found it
apart from Foyle?

Anyone else?

The police were there, obviously.

My parents.

Aunt Prudence came to collect...

PRUDENCE: Arthur, put that down.

...Arthur.

But...

No!

He's gone.

He wouldn't hurt anyone.
We've got to find him.

The wolf. He's taken
the wolf costume.

Arthur!

(PLAYS BUGLE)

(ALL APPLAUD AND CHEER)

Ladies and gentlemen, we are
about to begin our treasure hunt!

(ALL CHEER)

Third prize — half a case
of French champagne!

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Second prize — an entire case
of French champagne!

(ALL CHEER)

First prize...

...a night in the boudoir
with Isabella...

(CHEERING AND WHISTLING)

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!

...or me...

...or both!

Here's your first clue,
ladies and gentlemen.

“A rose by any other name
would smell as sweet,

“but only one rose
will lead you to your treat.”

On your marks, ladies and gentlemen.

(PEOPLE TITTER AND LAUGH)

GUY: Get set for
the highlight of the evening.

And... (PLAYS BUGLE)

(GUESTS SQUEAL)

GUY: Tally-ho!

Onwards and upwards!

Where's Jane?

She was here.
JANE!

So the prison sent his body to you
at Mrs. Clark’s request?

That's right.

I don't remember everyone who comes
through, but she was an odd one.

In what way?

She signed off on the job,

we showed her in
to view the deceased

and then we never saw her again.

Haven't heard from her since either.

But you definitely cremated Mr. Foyle?

Uh, Miss Williams is a...relative.

Excuse me, miss.
I didn't mean to be rude.

Yes, we went ahead with the job.

Oh, well, there you are, then.

Commiserations on your bereavement.

Oh.

(DARK MUSIC)

PHRYNE: Jane, where are you?!
JACK: Jane!

Jane, are you alright?!

I thought this was the next clue,
but there's nothing on it.

JACK: Where's Arthur?
What is it?

Time for you to go home, Jane.

Gather your things, Jane.
(THUNDER BOOMS)

I'll get Cec and Bert
to bring around the taxi.

HUGH: Oh!

Pfft!

How do we tell if that's him?

Ohh...

What's that?

It's bone, probably.

No, it's shiny.

It looks more like glass.

Where's that photograph of Mrs. Clark?

Uh...

Here, this description -

“Born 1856, she had one eye,
the other was a glass eye."

Hugh, these ashes are not Foyle's.

They're his mother's.

There's been a swap.

GUY: Right under your nose, Mother!
When will you...

Guy! Guy, what's going on?

Arthur loves Janey!

Yes, he adored Janey
and Marigold too.

Can't you see?
He's the common thread!

ARTHUR: No, no, no, no...
Stop!

GUY: All my life,
it's been about “poor Arthur”!

I know you didn't mean
to hurt anyone.

Just take him away and lock him
in an asylum where he belongs!

NO!
(ISABELLA SHRIEKS)

Arthur, let go!

Get off him!

What more is it going to take, huh?

Guy, darling, come back!

GUY: I'm leaving this house!

PRUDENCE: Oh, dear...

Whatever happened, Arthur...

...none of it is your fault.

You can tell me.

Please.
Shh. It's alright.

There. Be calm.

It's not mine. I'm not
supposed to have sweeties.

Where did you get this?!
It was him.

DOT: Miss Phryne

It wasn't him. He wasn't
the one who was cremated.

It was his foster mother.

Dot, are you sure?

It's true, sir. It was Gertrude Clark
who entered into those flames.

The ribbon...

Arthur, tell me everything
that happened tonight.

I wanted to go to the party,
but Mother wouldn't let me

and when I went outside
the man was there.

He gave me another toffee apple,

but he took my costume
and he hit me.

The same man you saw with Marigold?

Yes, the woodcutter,

the one who took Janey away.

Oh, my God.

Foyle drowned Marigold.

He knew I'd help my aunt.

And he's still out there, Jack.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

I wonder if I could
trouble you for a lift.

My car won't start
and I need to get back to St. Kilda.

Alright, jump in.
We're heading that way.

We let all the staff know.

At least Jane's out of harm's way.

The guard at the gatehouse

saw a man holding a wolf costume
flag down a taxi.

We just missed them.
Cec and Bert! We'll take my car.

Dot, telephone Mr. Butler. Warn him
to lock all the doors and windows.

Tell him Jane's on her way.

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

There has to be someone
at that number. It's an emergency.

Could you please
check the line for me?

BERT: Are we home yet?

(SCOFFS) Go back to sleep, will you?

Goodnight, then.

Thank you.

So where can we drop you?

Anyone near Acland Street
will be fine.

Acland Street.

(KETTLE WHISTLES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Excuse me, I'm so sorry
to bother you,

but I appear to have left
my house keys back in my car.

Do you think I could
use your telephone?

Of course. Come in.

The telephone's just there.
Thank you.

(METAL CLICKS)

Good evening.

Could you please connect me to a
number at the Camberwell Exchange?

I was a professor at the university.

Really? I want to go to university.
What did you teach?

History was my area.

Ancient worlds are my passion.

Mine too. Uh, milk?

No, thank you.

It makes me think of Cleopatra

bathing in asses' milk.

Oh, yes.

She was in love with Mark Antony
who was a Roman general.

Tell me more about Cleopatra.

Feeling better, Mr. Butler?

Yes. In fact,
I'm really rather peckish.

You are...?

Mr. Ayrton's car broke down at the party.
He teaches history.

Oh, does he?

Well, that's very interesting.

Thank you for the tea.
I should be leaving.

I'll see you out, Mr. Ayrton.

Jane!

Where are you?!

Jane!

What's wrong?
Where is he?

Where's Murdoch Foyle?

He'll be back.

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)

SONG: ♪ Why, sir

♪ You quite take me by surprise, sir

♪ Oh, my, what eyes you have

♪ Why, sir

♪ The sun is falling in the sky, sir

♪ Oh, my, what eyes you have. ♪