All language subtitles for The Blake Mysteries_ A New Beginning - 01x01

Whoa!

Righto, your turn.

Line up.

Now, we make a little nest.

Does anyone know why?

To trap the spark.

It make it light easier.

That's right.

Geoffrey?

Aren't you supposed to be with
your dad on the archery range?

I've already got that badge.

Can't I just stay here, please?

Alright. Is everyone watching?

Now remember... strike
away from yourself.

The boy never saw his sister again.

But sometimes, you could still hear her,

singing her lullaby,

to come and play down at
the bottom of the well!

Hahaha!

That's dumb.

You didn't even say if
there was any blood or not.

Yeah!

Tell us about the Stanton House.

Oh-ho, no, no, no, I'm not having
any nightmares while we're out here.

We're not babies.

No one's gonna have
nightmares, right, Geoff?

Ah, what about you, Mr Roper?

You'll tell us about the murders, right?

- Well, the truth is that...
- The truth is, it's late.

Oh!

If you still want to
know about that place,

we can go there in
the morning, on a hike.

Aw!

Goodnight, Scouts.

Goodnight, Scoutmaster.

Scoutmaster, um, can
you come check my tent?

Make sure I do it properly?

I'll do it.

Goodnight, boys.

Let's head to bed, too. Come on.

Shh!

You have to take something.
From the bedroom upstairs.

Right past where the
old lady killed herself.

What if I don't want to?

Then you're a dead man.

Dead man!

Dead man!

ARGH!

Scoutmaster! Scoutmaster!

Geoffrey!

Where's Evan?

What are you doing up?

Ah, the house!

You've gotta come see.

Please, Dad.

Keep up, boys.

Wait. Over there.

What? What is it now?

Wait here, boys.

What's... what's that?

What's that down there?

Oi!

What do you think you're doing?

And just repeating,

less than 24 hours
after the assassination

of the President of the
United States of America,

John F Kennedy, Lee Harvey
Oswald has been shot.

The 24 year old...

I can't believe he walked
right up to him and shot him.

Extraordinary news.

Well, some kind of justice, I s'pose.

Oh, it's not justice.

Not without answers.

Is there anything I can do, Jean?

No, I'm fine.

I need to get to a meeting.

Blake residence.

I wonder what happened
to the Scoutmaster?

- I'm gonna miss going...
- Wonder what happened to him?

Superintendent, this is Don
Roper and his wife, Brenda.

Chief Superintendent Lawson.

Their son, Geoffrey, found the victim.

You'd be the bravest Boy
Scout in Ballarat, Geoffrey.

I'm sorry, Geoffrey's deaf in that ear.

He lost his hearing last year.

Complications from the measles.

You'll be alright, son.

Doctor. Lovely morning for it.

Chief Superintendent.

What is he doing?

Excuse me!

You can't touch the body
until the Police Surgeon

or a superior officer
grants you permission.

Constable Peter Crowe,
this is Doctor Alice Harvey.

It's in the handbook.

Haven't you ever been
to a murder scene before?

No, actually. This is my first.

Oh. Well. My apologies, then.

But don't touch anything.

Constable Crowe, why
don't you go back to camp

and given Sergeant Hobart a hand.

This is Evan Butson, 21 years old.

He's the Scoutmaster of the troop.

He was found at two
o'clock this morning.

Who reported it?

One of the dads, a Mr Roper.

He had to hike to the nearest house.

He used the phone.

All he could tell us was
someone had been shot.

These don't look like
gunshot wounds to me.

More like stab wounds.

Any chance they could be from arrows?

I'll know more once I've
completed the autopsy.

We're not finished yet.

Last question, Mrs Blake.

Do you know if he was meeting
anyone else before you?

I have no idea, Bill. I'm sorry.

Jean, what are you doing here?

Well, this was my morning meeting.

His name's Glen Holland.

How well did you know him?

Oh, not at all.

I know he's been buying up properties

over the last few
years for redevelopment.

He left a message for me yesterday

to meet him here this
morning at eight o'clock.

Strange place for a meeting.

Do you know what he wanted?

I have no idea.

There's a strong smell of alcohol.

Perhaps it was an accidental fall.

Doc, the ambos right to move the
other body once they're done here?

Yes, thank you Sergeant.

What other body?

Some kids found the Scoutmaster,
Evan Butson, dead at their camp.

Evan Butson?

Evan Butson's mother is the
tea lady at the town hall.

Oh, poor Maggie.

You don't think there's some
connection between him and Glen?

Any reason you can think of that
they'd want both of them dead?

No, nothing springs to mind.

Right, we'd better find
the poor little bugger

that found Mr Holland, then.

Oh sorry, Super, didn't I tell you?

It's OK, darling.

You remember Mrs Blake.

You used to come to my husband's
surgery when you were unwell.

What happened to your Scoutmaster?

Evan...

... he told us a ghost
story before we went to bed.

I couldn't sleep.

You don't like scary stories.

In books I do.

Like... the Haunting of Hill House.

But outside, at night,
well it's different.

You've read Shirley Jackson?

Mm.

What about Edgar Allen Poe?

He's a bit old fashioned for me.

Geoffrey, when you found
the man in the house,

did you see anyone else,
or hear anyone talking?

I couldn't see anyone.

I ran back here, fast as I could.

We found the body probably
five minutes later.

Mr Roper, the other Scouts told
us that you weren't in your tent

after Geoffrey got back.

I was outside having a smoke.

Geoffrey probably ran
past me in the dark.

Don, did you have much to do with Evan?

No, not really.

This is the first camp I've come on.

Mrs Roper, Constable Crowe will
take you and your son back home.

Your husband will have to come
down to the station with me

to answer a few questions.

Perhaps I should tell my father

you're taking my husband to the station?

I'm sure he'll be interested.

Ah, there's no need
to involve the Mayor,

but that's up to you of course.

I have to tell Mrs Butson about her boy.

- Do you think you could...
- Yes, of course, Matthew.

Did your son have any
enemies, Mrs Butson?

- Anyone that...
- No. Of course not.

And when was the last time you saw him?

Yesterday morning.

He kissed me goodbye
like he always does.

He did.

I made up some Anzac biscuits.

He wanted to give them to the
boys, but I knew he loved them.

He told... oh!

He said he needed to go to the
police station after he got back.

Did he say why?

No, I... I just thought it was
something to do with the Scouts.

Mrs Butson, if you're ready
you'll have to come with me

to the hospital to identify him.

I can come with you, if you like.

No, it's alright.

You've got enough on your plate.

All rise for the
Honourable Bruce Beattie.

A moment's silence, gentlemen,
for President Kennedy.

Mr Roper, we've heard you're
handy with a bow and arrow.

Not much difference in
sighting a bow or a rifle.

The army taught me that much at least.

I showed off for the lads a little.

There's no point in teaching
them how to do something

if they can't do it well.

Had you been to that campground before?

Yes, but not in decades.

Geoffrey only joined
the Scouts last year.

I thought it'd be good for him.

Get his head out of those bloody books.

How well did you know Evan Butson?

Look, Superintendent, I've
told you what you need to know.

I'm not certain pursuing how well
I did or didn't know Evan Butson

is the best use of your time.

I'm not sure others
would think so, either.

You own that nursery near
Soldiers Hill, correct?

That's right.

Wasn't Evan one of the gardeners
who helped you set the place up?

Fine. I knew him.

Enough to know he wasn't as
squeaky clean as everyone thought.

Is that so?

I'll tell you this much for nothing.

The bloke was no Boy Scout.

Oh, Constable Crowe,
what are you doing here?

Um, the boss sent me down.

To assist.

He said ah, maybe I'd learn something.

Stop smiling.

Is this just dirt and grass?

On his clothes, I mean.

I won't know until I run some tests.

And these were in his pocket?

Yes. Why do you ask?

Two sets of keys.

You don't think that's a bit...

Please don't feel compelled
to stay, Constable.

Nah. Gotta get used to this
sort of thing sometime, right?

They can't treat us like
this, Dad. It's appalling.

I know, darling, but
look, they're the police.

Mrs Blake.

Those files you asked
for on the Stanton House.

Oh, thank you.

It's Livie, isn't it?

Yes, Mrs Blake.

Livie, you took a
message for me yesterday

from a Mr Glen Holland, didn't you?

Yeah.

And when you spoke to him, what
did he say, do you remember?

Well he said he had to see you.

He wanted to meet you
at the Stanton House.

Anything else?

He said that there was
something he needed to give you.

- Well, thank you, Livie.
- Let's go to my office.

Now, our second body.

Mr Holland's cause of death was
almost certainly this ring fracture

at the base of his skull.

Constable?

Ah, does this mean anything?

Well spotted.

That is fingertip bruising, meaning
he was probably dragged by someone

shortly before he...

Constable, could I trouble you
to help me turn him over, please?

Is this really how you check
for bruising on the spine?

Sometimes.

It can appear in the
deep muscles internally

before it shows on the skin.

No bruising.

But significant damage
to the lower back there.

In a kind of stripe.

Yeah, right there. That's bad?

That is a spinal haematoma.

Mr Holland would have been
paralysed from the waist down.

Could he have done that in the fall?

I don't think he fell.

Mrs Blake!

Peter! I'm not supposed
to be here, am I?

Anyone asks, we'll just say you
were helping me search for evidence.

Ha.

What are you looking for, anyway?

Well apparently Mr Holland
had something to give me.

You didn't find anything, did you?

Like what?

Well I'm not sure, actually.

Doctor Harvey thinks someone
whacked Mr Holland in the back.

Paralysed him before he went over.

I see.

Maybe it was the ghost.

Oh, you've heard the stories?

It all started with the Stantons.

They made their money in gold.

But there was a terrible cave in

in one of the mines in the early 1800s,

and Mrs Stanton lost everyone.

Her husband, her sons.

Not long after, she hanged
herself from that landing there.

And the house has been empty ever since.

Is there a haunted house
where you're from, Peter?

Just outside of Serpentine.

My brothers used to hide
in there and scare me.

Maybe Glen wasn't hit with something.

These marks are fresh.

He had a buckle on the
back of his trousers.

- It'd be about the right height.
- Mmm.

Maybe he was pushed into that post
there so hard he was incapacitated.

Someone drags him by the arms...

Mm, and throws the poor
man over to finish him off.

You've done this sort of thing before?

Hmm? Oh, once or twice.

Arghh!

Ohh! Oh!

Best you calm down, mate.

You were in my home!

You... you can't. It's not allowed.

Rightio. If you were home last night,

then you'd know someone
was killed inside, yes?

Trespassers need to be dealt with, yes?

Oh.

- What's your name?
- John.

Stanton.

John Ellis Stanton.

Ellis. Two Ls.

Is there anyone we can
contact for you, Mr Stanton,

to let them know you're here?

Your parents? Family?

Surely there's someone we can call...

No. No.

Maybe not now, Doctor.

Of course.

You're alright.

Doctor, can I have a word?

You're the lady, aren't you?

The one I... you're the
one I nearly fell on, yeah?

I am, yes.

I'm really sorry.

It's alright. I'm Jean.

And you're John.

Everyone just calls me Jack.

Jack Stanton.

Jack. I have a son named Jack.

What's wrong with him?

Well, he's suffering
from malnutrition. Scurvy.

Possible leptospirosis from
rat's urine and droppings,

which could explain mania.

You... you've got something.

- Hm?
- Just... just there.

Oh.

- Poor man.
- That poor man may have killed two people.

Oh, I don't know.

Even if he killed Glen for trespassing,

why would he kill a Scoutmaster?

Still playing detective, Jean?

A word, please.

You couldn't have told me you
were going back to that house?

I was perfectly safe.

Constable Crowe was
with me the whole time.

And I found this.

A piece of string.

Boss, I checked with Mrs Butson.

She's confirmed the keys we
found in Evan's pocket aren't his.

Any other link between Evan and Glen,

apart from them somehow being
connected to the council?

Nothing yet.

Holland was a widower, big house.

Bit of a dodgy operator, apparently,

so I went down to the Colony Club...

Colonists.

Why?

Bloke had more money than god.
Seemed like the private club type.

Anyway, the barman said
that he was there last night

hitting the bottle pretty hard.

It was probably for a bit
of Dutch courage, yeah?

You know, Holland, as in the...

And by the time he left he was so pi...

... drunk, that they
wouldn't let him drive home.

So he walked all the way
out to the Stanton House

ahead of our morning meeting?

What was he doing, stumbling
around in the dark at that hour?

Well, it wouldn't be the first time

that someone's done something stupid
while they were extremely drunk.

So what are you waiting
for? Pat on the head?

Your crazy friend in there

is looking more and more
likely to be our man.

Oh, Matthew, I don't think he's
crazy, I just think he's unwell.

Any chance that he could
actually be a Stanton?

I don't know of any surviving relatives.

Suits me.

Matthew.

Do you think it's a coincidence
a death in the Stanton House

so soon after the story in the paper?

Hell of a woman.

She's next to her husband
when he's murdered.

Watches the new President sworn in
with his blood still on her clothes.

Is there something I can help
you with, Chief Superintendent?

Actually there is, Mr Carver.

Oh, it's Martin, please.

If this is about the editorial
I ran on your Police Force...

It's not.

... because it was all true.

The rate you've been closing
cases has significantly diminished

since your previous
Police Surgeon disappeared.

... walks his last miles.

His assailant moves in from the right.

He's been shot.

He's been shot.

There's been a murder
here at the Stanton House.

You did an article on the history
of the place less than a month ago.

I did.

It was part of a series.

One of four, actually.

On?

Unsolved crimes in Ballarat.

The town's dark history, as it were.

People actually are interested
in that stuff, are they?

Well, seeing as it's been
reprinted in our new owner's papers

all across the country, I'd say yes.

We've asked people to contact us
if they have any new information.

I assumed that any help would have been

gratefully received, considering.

I'll need copies of those articles.

Goodbye, Mr Carter.

... at the same hospital
where President Kennedy died,

doctors worked to save his life.

- But 48 hours...
- It's Martin.

... after the President's death,
his accused slayer is dead.

I thought Doctor Spencer
told you no more smoking?

Cigarettes. I'm compromising.

Those my autopsy reports?

And toxicology.

Ah, Glen Holland.

Was extremely inebriated.

And Evan Butson.

Marijuana.

That is a problem we don't need.

There's a few more tests to
see if it's in his bloodstream.

I've never ordered them before.

Ah, 'The Birds' is playing
tonight at the pictures...

Matthew, I've told you. We can't.

Look, if this is about you
becoming Police Surgeon...

I don't want people to think
that's why you offered it to me

in the first place.

I should be getting back.

Yes. Thank you, Doctor.

Oh.

You're still here, Jean?

Maggie, I thought you
were staying at home.

I'd, ah, rather be back here.

The house just seems...

Empty?

Matthew, hello?

Anybody there?

- AH!
- Wait wait wait wait!

Mr Carver. What are you doing here?

That's quite an outfit.

I was on my way to a play at The George.

The articles you asked for.

You didn't see anyone outside?

I was somewhat distracted by the
frying pan being swung at my head.

Saucepan.

Maybe you didn't see anyone
because you were the one

who broke in in the first place.

You think that I would waste
perfectly good theatre tickets?

Mrs Blake?

I've searched the property
and spoken to the neighbours.

You sure there's nothing missing?

Oh, it's a bit of a mess in
there, but no no, I don't think so.

The studio's only really
used for storage these days.

The only other damage I can see
is they've busted your side fence.

I could fix it for you if you'd like.

Really? Oh, thank you.

Constable Crowe, show Mr Carver out.

'Night, Mrs Blake.

- Ah, Jean.
- Right, sorry.

Ah, Mr Carver?

I'm sorry once again for the, ah...

It was probably just kids.

Breaking into the house where
the Chief Superintendent lives?

I'm fine, Matthew, really.

Well there's not much more
that can be done tonight.

Goodnight, Jean.

Goodnight.

After yesterday's
occasional light showers,

expect a clearer day today...

Do you know why they're
called police files?

Hmm?

I spoke to Maggie
Butson again last night.

She's got nothing left
now that Evan's gone.

Do we really need to
tell her about the...

- Marijuana?
- Mm.

This is serious business, Jean.

Obviously he's not the
man she thought he was.

Yes, but does she
really need to know that?

I mean, where does someone
even get marijuana in Ballarat?

I have no idea.

Old man Flaherty's been crying
over Kennedy since Saturday.

He's celebrating today.

Amy, you knew Evan Butson, didn't you?

Once upon a time.

Evan was murdered last night.

He was here Saturday night.

The night before he...

Was he alone?

He left around nine

with some fella who had
a bit too much to drink.

Evan was a bit of a do-gooder,
but he was nice enough.

Do they know who killed him?

No, not yet.

So what's the real
reason you're here, then?

Look, I know this is awkward, but, um...

... do you know where somebody
might buy some marijuana?

It was nice to see you, Jean.

Do me a favour?

Try not to come around here again.

Amy, just one more question.

Who was it that Evan Butson
left with the other night?

Steven Whelan was with Evan the night
before he died at Flaherty's Pub.

How do I know that name?

He's the one in The Courier
story about the drownings.

Oh, yes. Two kids died.

Yes. Three of them took
a boat down to the river.

Steven fell asleep on the bank.

He woke to hear the
girl calling for help.

The boat had capsized

and the two of them were being
dragged down by the current.

Apparently...

Well, he tried to jump off
the rail bridge years ago.

I don't remember hearing about that.

His mother said he never got over it.

We were in the CWA together.

Matthew, I think Steven knew why
Evan was going to go to the police.

And all this information just
fell into your lap, did it?

Well, I have an anonymous source

who I promised wouldn't
get into trouble.

Well if your anonymous
source has done nothing wrong,

then they've got nothing to worry about.

Alright, but you can't
leap to conclusions.

- It's Amy Parkes.
- Oh!

As in Danny's sister?

As in repeat juvenile offender.

Please, Matthew, she's
doing really well.

She's got a job. I don't
want to ruin things for her.

Bring in Steve Whelan.

And I'm not making any promises
on Amy Parkes, understand?

Hang on, Sarge.

Just a tick.

We found these on Evan Butson.

Stop smiling.

Arghh! What are you doing?

What are you doing in my house?

Yeah, of course I've seen the article.

Not every day someone
accuses you of murder.

Who said anything about murder?

That's what everyone thinks.

People made up stories.

Said we had a fight the day before.

We were just kids.

I woke up and Sarah was screaming.

Toby had already gone under,
the current had got him.

And then she disappeared.

I froze.

I thought they'd come back up again.

But then I ran for help,
but it was too late.

And everyone thought you could have
saved them, didn't they, Mr Whelan?

Do you have any idea how that feels?

This town, it never lets you forget.

And now I can't eat,
can't sleep, can't work.

And I heard someone, out
the back, by the bins.

Someone's watching me.

And Evan Butson?

What about him?

You were seen leaving a
lock-in with him at Flaherty's

at approximately 9.15pm
on the night that he died

and you were very drunk.

And he had your keys in his possession.

Yeah. He walked me home.

Probably took my keys
after he'd let me in.

As you say, I was very drunk.

Or maybe it wasn't just the alcohol?

Look, I let myself get talked
into buying... something.

They said it'd help calm me down.

Who sold you the marijuana, Mr Whelan?

So, you're not going to
tell us where you got it,

or who you sold it to?

Nothing?

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

This is serious, Amy.

You are one step away
from going to prison.

Doctor, perhaps you could
explain to Miss Parks

the dangers of marijuana,
medically speaking?

Well, medically speaking, I'm
not entirely sure there are any.

Take her to the cells.

Pending charges.

Possession.

It can't be possession if
I don't have any, can it?

Charge Steve Whelan, too.

Come on, Amy.

No, I realise that, Miss.

It'd only take...

Mm, who's that?

Thanks anyway.

We're going to need more
copies of those articles.

There seems to be
some sort of connection

between two of the stories.

Let's see if there's more.

Here, boss.

I went past The Courier offices
after we brought Whelan in.

So you've read them?

Well?

So we already know
about two of the stories:

the haunted house and those drownings.

The third one's on a house
fire about 35 years ago.

Killed a married couple, made
orphans of their two young kids.

The article says that
they left Ballarat.

And the last one's on a
teenager murdered in 1951.

He was out with his
girlfriend on Lovers Lane.

That's one of Ballarat's
strangest unsolved mysteries?

Yeah, the girlfriend
told anyone who'd listen

the killer had a hook for a hand.

You don't forget a case like that.

Ah, so this girlfriend in
Lovers Lane, Diana Zurvas,

she still in Ballarat?

Yeah, I just got off the phone from her.

I figured since Steve Whelan

said he saw someone
prowling around outside

his house I'd see if
she had... had, as well.

You'll let us know when
you've solved this case,

won't you, Constable?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Definitely, yeah.

What did Miss Zurvas have to say?

Oh, not much.

I offered to go round, but
she rang off pretty quickly.

Didn't seem like she wanted
anything to do with the police.

Diana won't talk to the police.

Perhaps she'll be more inclined
to speak to the Police Surgeon.

Thanks a lot.

That pig Flaherty sacked me.

And the cops think I'm a drug dealer.

Thanks to you.

So it wasn't you selling the drugs then?

That's not the point.

Do me a favour.

Leave me alone, alright?

- Amy...
- No.

Don't you get it?

I don't want your help.

Amy.

That's fine.

But the path you're on,

you and I both know it's
not going to end well.

Jean!

Is this a bad time?

No.

I wondered if I might ask you a favour.

I don't like to talk about that day.

Obviously.

Obviously.

Diana, the article said that
you don't often leave the house.

No.

I suffer from agoraphobia.

Diagnosed?

Every time I left the house,
it felt like I couldn't breathe.

Eventually, I just stopped
going out altogether.

Fascinating.

The paper also said you were
undergoing some sort of treatment

to help you remember what happened.

I'm so sorry.

I forgot to ask if I could
get you both anything.

A cup of tea? A mint?

Diana, we're only here to
make sure that you're alright.

You're not in any kind of trouble.

That's right.

I couldn't arrest someone
even if I wanted to.

You haven't seen or heard anything
unusual in the past few days?

Nothing.

This new therapy, Miss Zurvas,
how does it actually work?

It's meant to chemically open up
pathways to repressed memories.

Chemically. Using psilocybin, you mean?

Yes.

I've started to remember things.

Flashes.

Flashes of... ?

The man who killed Tony.

He didn't have a hook,
I understand that now.

But there was something.

It's like trying to look
through fog, or a dream.

But perhaps when I remember,
I can finally be free.

Well, that went well didn't it?

Yes, it did.

Thank you, Jean.

I never could have
done that without you.

Oh, rubbish.

You're much better at this
than you think you are.

So Diana doesn't seem to
have any link to anyone else

in those articles.

No.

But how fascinating psilocybin
is being used to unlock memory.

I wonder if maybe the
Council is still the link?

- Glen Holland wanted to meet with me.
- She's gonna learn.

- I'm a Councillor.
- Tell her.

Evan Butson's mother, Maggie,
works at the Town Hall.

Or am I just clutching at straws?

Excuse me, ladies.

This is a gentlemen's club.

Women are only welcome in
the presence of a male member.

I'm sorry.

Doctor Harvey is
Ballarat's Police Surgeon,

and I'm an elected Councillor.

I don't believe we need a chaperone.

Rules are rules.

I think that will be quite enough, sir.

Ah, drink ma'am?

No thank you, Cec.

I have somewhere else I need to be.

Gentlemen.

Careful you don't burn your mouth.

Don't care.

I like homemade food.

I'm afraid I bought that,

but I'll try to bring
something in that's homemade.

Apple and rhubarb pie, please.

I love...

Mr Stanton and Mrs Blake.

He's a friend.

I was wondering if I might
get some fingerprints.

I had to release one of
his hands so he could eat.

Mr Stanton, you said
to one of my officers...

It's alright, it's alright.

You said to one of my officers yesterday

that you might remember something
about the man who died on the stairs.

You must have seen or heard something.

I didn't really get... I only
saw bits. Bits and pieces.

Bits and pieces of what?

The bad man.

He was wearing odd clothes,
not normal people clothes.

Councillor Blake.

Gentlemen.

Give me a minute.

Oh!

Mr Beattie, I just... I
just popped in to see you.

But I know you're very busy so I'm...

I'd tread carefully if
I were you, Mrs Blake.