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(soft music)

- This is a love story.

That's what this is.

A tragedy.

We had a deal, an agreement.

He gave me his word.

And this.

This is my one ticket out of this equitable purgatory.

- [Roger] There is no justice, Ollie.

- She would have learned to love me.

She would have.

- That's the spirit, huh?

Carpe diem.

Carpe diem.

- You, Roger.

You are my one and only friend in this god forsaken cesspit.

- One more for the road then?

- This poet's time has come.

(dramatic music)

Sorry, sir.

(dramatic music)

- Ollie.

- City of dreadful night.

City of light.

City full of spite.

- Hey. - Out of my way.

Cabbie.

(soft music)

(patrons chattering)

Gutttersnipe.

What's your rush?

- [Girl] 'Cause of Jesus, join the army.

Hallelujah, Jesus will save ya, miss.

He'll save ya.

(dog barking) (soft music)

Cabbie.

Stop.

(soft music)

- Allow me.

Driver, you better take this man home.

He's awfully tight.

- [Driver] Where to?

- Where do you live, sir?

- [Oliver] You.

(soft music)

- All right then.

(soft music)

Come on, up again.

This way.

You've had a few, have ya?

All right, in you get.

Come on.

There.

If you purge yourself in my cab, you pay for it.

- I wasn't going home.

Saint Hilda.

- [Driver] Yeah, I heard you, all right.

(soft music)

Oh, you're back.

You forget something?

- [Stranger] Thought I'd see him home.

Drive on.

- Up, boy.

(soft music)

- Who are you?

What do you want?

(dramatic music)

- [Stranger] Driver, stop.

He doesn't want my help after all.

He'll tell you where to go.

Cabbie, Pallet Street.

(soft music)

- Hey, where to, sir?

Sir?

Oh cor blimey.

(soft music)

Sir, where do you want me to take you?

Sir?

(dramatic music)

- My dear friends, may I present friend from home,

newly arrived on our shores.

A man of impeccable introductions, Mr. Oliver Whyte.

- Thank you, Mr. Frettlby.

And may I say I never expected marvelous Melbourne

to harvest such an oasis of culture and beauty.

- Yes, indeed.

We are a thoroughly modern city.

Am I right, Duncan?

- And with a very bright future.

Calton.

Duncan Calton.

- My closest ally and the most fearsome barrister

in the colonies.

- Then you're a good man to know.

- You've already met the light of my life.

My daughter Margaret.

- Yes, he has.

And Madge will do.

- Sweet Madge Frettlby whom I fear I will never forget.

- Brian Fitzgerald.

What do you do, Mr. Whyte?

- Oh, I'm a man of many interests,

but exactly what my Melbourne occupation would be,

I couldn't tell ya.

Yourself?

- In the world trade like Mr. Frettlby.

I have a station up near hear.

- Well, you'll never be short of a scarf then, will you?

(group laughing)

- Felix Rolleston.

Part time journalist, socialite, raconteur.

- And infernal gossip.

- Guilty as charged.

- Here, here.

(group chattering) (soft music)

- Such power, Miss Featherweight.

- Dora practices four hours every day.

- Ooh.

My word.

Lucky piano.

(soft music)

- What with the city's boom,

it's vital to spread one's investments.

- I'm most grateful for the advice.

Really your expertise stretches beyond the law.

- The law is merely a foundation for greater things.

Once we have civility, we can achieve anything.

- [Brian] Well said.

- Forgive me.

Now I'm sounding like a politician.

So, with your finances assured,

perhaps you can finally attend to matters of the heart.

I think of Madge as a niece.

And after her mother's tragic passing,

having a wedding to look forward to.

- That is indeed the plan if of course I can persuade her.

- I doubt that will prove a challenge.

Although you may have to find her first.

(soft music)

(gentle music)

- I was starting to think you'd abandoned me.

- Why would I do that?

- Mr. Whyte.

- The moonlight transforms your beauty

to heights of a goddess.

- That's very kind.

Good evening.

- A polite conversation.

That's not too much for a weary traveler to ask, is it?

I've come a long way.

- Then you must need rest.

(gentle music)

- [Butler] Good evening, sir.

- [Mark] Whyte.

- Mr. Frettlby, I do apologize.

I didn't mean to startle you.

- I thought you already departed.

Now, look here.

You can't just-

- There's a private matter I wanted to discuss with you.

Something rather delicate if you don't mind.

(ominous music)

- How could you even ask me?

- Madge, you do not understand.

This has to be.

- To that reptile of a man when you know I love Brian.

- This is the only way.

- I'll never marry him.

Never.

- Whoa.

Whoa.

Drive on.

- This is absurd.

Your father knows of my intentions.

I would have sought his permission last year

had you not been a mourning.

- This has to be.

Those were his words.

- You're not about to concede.

- No.

No, of course not.

I love only you.

You know that.

- And I'll not let this happen.

I promise you that.

- I don't understand.

Whyte?

- I do not wish to discuss it.

- But Mark, you must think of the scandal you will cause.

- A minor scandal.

It's nothing.

- It's common knowledge that Madge and Brian intend to wed.

What will people assume-

- Duncan, the matter is closed.

It's not your place to tell me what to do.

- On this occasion I must.

Brian is a good man.

A self made man and Madge loves him.

And if you don't honor that,

you'll have not only lost a wife,

you'll lose your daughter as well.

(soft music)

(hand pounding) (soft music)

- Where is he?

(soft music)

Out of my way.

(soft music)

- It's out of my heads.

- [Oliver] That's it?

That's all you're offering?

An apology?

- How much do you want?

- I've made it perfectly clear what I want.

I'll accept nothing else.

We made an agreement.

- Between us, but not with my daughter.

Now, if you'll just give me some time to find a solution.

- There is only one solution.

You've made your decision.

And I can assure you, Mr. Frettlby,

you'll most certainly regret it.

(ominous music)

(door slamming)

(ominous music)

- What are you doing?

Ollie?

- Nothing, I was just.

Nevermind.

- Come on.

- It's all gone to hell, Roger.

My great plan.

What am I supposed to do now?

Live way out here?

- You'll think of something.

This is a growing country.

- No.

No, my life is ruined.

Why did I ever listen to her?

- Chin up.

You'll see.

Better than chasing her after a nail.

- [Woman] I'll show you a good time.

- [Felix] I'd say that's a perfect result.

You and Madge will marry

and produce the most beautiful cherubs in the colonies.

- [Brian] Not over yet, Felix.

Whatever leverage Whyte must have over Frettlby-

- Oh Fitz, please.

You must forget that creature ever existed.

Wiff?

- No, thank you.

- So young yet so dull.

Very well, my good man.

I bid you adieu.

Drive on.

(soft music)

- Cabbie.

(patrons chattering) (soft music)

Guttersnipe.

What's your rush?

- Jesus, join the army.

Hallelujah, Jesus will save you, miss.

He'll save ya.

(soft music)

- [Man] Yes, I think that was it.

- Excuse me, missy.

Excuse me.

(soft music)

- Just give it.

- What did I just say?

Now move it. - All right.

(soft music)

- [Man] Sorry to intrude, sir.

A note.

- Thank you.

(soft music)

- Brian, is anything the matter?

(soft music)

- [Oliver] Cabbie.

Stop.

(soft music)

- [Brian] You better take this man home.

He's awfully tight.

- [Oliver] You.

- [Driver] Oh, you're back.

You forget something?

(soft music)

- Murder.

Murder in a hansom cab.

100 pound reward for the killer.

Murder.

Murder in a hansom cab.

- Not right looking in a man's innards on the slab

before it had time to nourish me own.

- Chloroform inhalation is the cause.

Externally the body's healthy.

No marks of violence.

Internally, the lungs are slightly congested

and the heart has a considerable quantity

of dark fluid blood.

- [Samuel] Those his clothes then?

- Yes.

- Jacket?

- Not on him.

And only one glove.

No cards, no name.

- O.W.

Could be your initials.

Or your killer's.

What the deuce is this for?

Hey, the tie does work.

You've done this yourself.

And independently, too.

Secret pocket perhaps.

For secret paper.

Then who the devil are ya?

Who wanted you dead?

(hand knocking)

- [Mrs. Sampson] Rise and shine, Mr. Fitzgerald.

Can I bring in your coffee?

- Oh no, thank you, Mrs. Sampson.

I'll be right out.

- Oh, my dear.

Do forgive me, Mr. Fitzgerald.

I'll just put it right out here, shall I?

(soft music)

(baby crying) (soft music)

- Dead.

(soft music)

Dead.

(soft music)

Dead.

What you gonna do?

Resurrect her?

Dead as a blessed doornail she is.

- Poor retched soul.

- Oh, what do you care?

She was nothing to you.

Nothing.

Get off her or the brandy will kill ya.

Always drinking.

Blast her.

- She was sick with a fever.

We should've sent for a doctor.

- Oh yes.

Like you know all about it.

She was cursed.

- It's this place what did it.

This place is worse than hell this is.

- Hey.

What are you doing?

You're not leaving me with a corpse.

- If I stay here, I'll be next.

- Where you gonna go?

You belong here.

No better than you're supposed to be.

Earning your poor grandma's cape.

Weren't always stuck here.

I lived the high life I did.

Oh yeah.

Mixing with all the coves and swells.

- Goodbye.

God help ya.

- Come back here.

Sal.

Sal.

(crowd chattering)

- I'm trying to tell you what I seen.

Cor blimey.

As far as I can remember, he was about yay high.

He had a long formal sort of jacket on.

You know, like this.

And oh yeah, he had a soft hat.

- Mustache?

Rings?

Affectations.

- Well I don't know about affectations.

- Well do some dithering, man.

You must remember something more.

- Kilsip, what do you think you're doing?

- Morning, Gorby.

- My case, Kilsip.

And my witness.

Thank you, Mr. Royster.

- [Mr. Royster] Oh, it's my pleasure, Mr. Gorby.

- Thank you, Mr. Royster.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

- I suspect this is more complex than it first appears.

One must ask the question

what drives a seemingly respectable man to murder?

- Fits of insanity, old boy.

Every man is capable.

And I suspect the evidence will be open and shut,

in which I'll reveal to you in my own sweet time.

Now, clear off.

- Oh yes, the victim's identity.

Any ideas?

- Confidential.

- Oh, then perhaps I'll check the papers.

If he's a single fellow of any substance,

he'll no doubt have a landlady.

He'll be wondering why he hasn't returned.

May well place an advertisement.

- Thank you, Mr. Rolleston, for that whimsical idea,

but I'm a painfully busy man.

- 'Til then.

(bell ringing)

- I don't want to know insurance

and I don't care how cheap you sell it.

- Mrs. Hableton.

Detective Gorby.

Happened upon your notice

regarding your lodger Mr. Oliver Whyte.

- Well, I've not seen him for over a week.

Not as gone in the drink like all the rest of them.

All brutes.

So I thank you to leave my door.

- Your lodger is dead, Mrs. Hableton.

Murdered.

(bell ringing)

- I don't normally touch the stuff,

but you've given be quite the turn.

- I do apologize.

Mr. Whyte have any friends that you know of?

- Only one is I ever saw.

Mr. Moreland.

He came here on the same boat with him.

Always together.

Brother like.

- I see.

What was this Mr. Moreland like?

- A little bit like this I dare say.

Sorry to interrupt.

Is Whyte in?

- Mr. Moreland.

Detective Gorby.

You better sit yourself down.

- Whatever's the matter?

Or what?

Whyte hasn't run off with someone's wife has he?

- Mr. Moreland, you've been reading the papers?

- Can't say I have.

Just returned from up country.

Why?

- That explains it then.

Mr. Moreland, I'm sorry to inform you

that your friend has expired.

Murdered.

I'd say another brandy might be in order, my dear.

- When?

- Week ago today by a man in evening dress.

- One week?

That's when I last saw him.

We both had a drink in the Orient Hotel.

Several drinks in fact.

- Brutes.

- Do you recall if he was wearing a jacket at the time?

- Yes, but he left without it.

Ollie.

I followed him out to return it

as someone grabbed it from me and made off with it.

The strangest thing.

- What does this lad look like?

Boy, girl, white, yellow?

- A man.

Average.

That's all I can say before he took off.

- Your boy say where he was going to from there?

- To catch a hansom cab home I expect.

- And that's precisely where it happened.

In that very cab.

- Lord to both.

Then it's true.

- [Samuel] What's true, Mrs. Hableton?

- He came round here not two weeks ago.

- Who?

- That Irish swell.

Good looking he was,

but not nearly as handsome as his habits.

(soft music)

- [Brian] Whyte.

(thunder rumbling)

Whyte.

- [Mrs. Hableton] What sort of brute?

(hand pounding)

- [Brian] Whyte.

- How dare you?

Bulled straight into his private room.

Cursing he was.

- What'd he say?

- [Brian] You stay away from her.

She's mine.

- I'm afraid I can't do that.

You see, I know a thing or two about your pure, sweet girl.

There it is.

That hot Irish temper.

- [Brian] You know nothing about her

and if you don't stay away-

- [Oliver] What?

What will you do?

- [Brian] I'll kill you.

And if you marry her, I'll do it in the open street.

- [Mrs. Hableton] I'll kill you in the open street.

- Then it's just as I suspected.

At the heart of this crime lies a woman.

(soft music)

Miss Frettlby.

My, my.

Very pretty girl indeed.

- Whyte knew her father.

As rich as Midas.

Letter of introduction and all that sort of thing.

See, Whyte was very much in love with her,

but he had the rival.

- He threatened Whyte with the very crime

that was committed.

- Dear Lord.

(soft music)

That poor fellow.

- Tragic.

And what pray tell was his rival's name?

- Brian Fitzgerald, welcome to the Frettlby clan.

- [Man] Here, here.

- Now you'll never escape Papa's dinners or his speeches.

- Now, now.

What perfect timing.

- [Brian] Thank you, sir.

- [Mark] Mark, please.

- Mark.

- Congratulations to you both.

- Thank you, Duncan.

Don't tell me you already knew as well.

- I have my suspicions.

- Yes, congratulations.

How I adore a big grand wedding.

- Is that so, Mr. Rolleston?

- Oh yes, Dora.

If only I could find a willing victim myself.

Speaking of which, I heard earlier today

they finally found the name of the fellow

murdered in the hansom cab.

- [Dora] Really?

- And what's more, you will know him.

In fact, he was at this very table.

- [Dora] Never.

- [Duncan] Who?

- It's Mr. Whyte.

- Why yes.

Indeed it is.

- [Dora] Really?

- My goodness.

How awful.

- How did you ever guess?

- We saw him constantly for a few weeks

and then no sight of him for the past several days.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear it.

He seemed a clever pushing young fellow.

- A confounded cat if you ask me.

- What I can't work out is why it took the police this long

to discover who the victim was.

- Well he was in evening dress,

which nine out of 10 out in the habit of wearing.

- Our perpetrators very cunning indeed,

but to commit his act in such

a public open place, was quite genius.

And he left no trace behind.

- Apparently after the murderer got out of the cab,

he hailed another which dropped him

at the bottom of Pallet Street beside the gardens.

- Why, isn't that your street?

- Yes, it is.

- But I doubt the fellow we're looking for lives there.

- Why do you say that?

- Because he wouldn't be such a fool

as to leave a trail to his own door.

No, he did what the fox often does.

He doubled back.

Who knows where he went to from there?

(soft music)

* I think around the very spot

* Where he's a going man

* And wonder when you quite forgot *

* Or if you quite forget

- It's horrible, isn't it?

To think of him dying like that?

Chloroform.

- From what I hear it's rather an easy death.

- Death can never be easy.

Are you not sorry he's dead?

- I detested him when alive.

You can't expect me to regret his end.

This is who your father was so desperate for you to marry.

- I know.

It's all behind us now.

- We should marry as soon as possible and leave for good.

- Brian, I would go anywhere with you,

but I could never leave my father permanently.

Brian.

- You see that?

What does he want?

- [Madge] He's taken up with the music I suppose.

- [Driver] Whoa, whoa.

(soft music)

- [Brian] Pallet Street, driver.

- [Driver] Yeah, come on.

- East Melvin.

(soft music)

Turn left into Spring Streets.

Instead stop at the treasury.

- [Driver] Yes, sir.

Whoa.

Whoa.

(soft music)

Thank you, sir.

Get up.

(soft music)

- Keep going to Pallet Street.

(dramatic music)

23 Pallet Street.

Open and shut.

(gentle music) (patrons chattering)

- [Woman] No more reds.

(gentle music) (patrons chattering)

- Whoa, whoa, miss.

You all right?

- Yeah.

Very kind.

I feel like I'm still at sea.

- When'd you last eat?

- Couldn't say.

- This ain't the life for you.

Here.

For a bed and a proper feed.

- Hey, you little thief.

That's the army's coin that is.

Ain't for you to doll out as you please.

- That gold and silver be mine.

What business is it of yours?

- Watch your mouth, doxy.

If you want to be a hallelujah, lass,

you'll do as you're told.

Can't go to war with no money, can we?

- War?

This ain't your little army.

- Of course it is.

We're battling to save those heathen souls.

Takes a former sinner to save another.

I can tell just by looking at you,

you've no doubt succumbed to the social evil.

- Oh, you poxy old cow.

- You-

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, watch the past.

Girls.

- She started it.

- No place for you here.

Right you, move the water.

- If I may say so, miss,

I think you're exactly what they need.

Feisty.

Oh, Knox.

Jonathan Knox.

- Sal.

Sal Rawlins.

- Delivering a few larrikins in need of a second chance.

I've been working on the gold fields and an infirmary.

Oh, we don't have a lot, but you know with some bread,

shelter, and God's love, it's all we need.

Good day to you, miss.

- Hey, hey, wait.

I'm a hard worker and I want to help others.

- Come along then.

- Please you'll have to excuse

the rather humble nature of my lodgings.

- Oh, not at all.

Few men of value are born to privilege.

It only stirs one's hunger.

- Oh, Mr. Fitzgerald, good heavens.

- Mrs. Sampson, this is Mr. Frettlby

and my fiancee Mrs. Frettlby.

- Yes, good day, but Mr. Fitzgerald.

That horrid person.

He tricked me so, he did.

Pretended he was here to fix the clocks

or I'd never have let him in.

- [Brian] Who are you talking about?

- [Mrs. Sampson] In there.

- Well, well.

Look what I found in your jacket, Mr. Fitzgerald.

(suspenseful music)

- What the devil is going on?

- Why not tell all of us?

After all this is the trophy you pulled off Whyte's hand

after you murdered him.

- What?

- No, it's not true.

- Brian Fitzgerald, I arrest you.

- [Brian] This is absurd.

- [Samuel] In the queen's name.

- [Brian] Unhand me.

- For the murder of Oliver Whyte.

- This is preposterous.

- You must believe me, I didn't kill him.

I swear it.

- Let him go.

No, let him go.

- Stand back, my dear.

There's nothing more we can do here.

- Afternoon.

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] Boys, boys, boys.

- Here you go.

Greatest detective in the colony.

Hey, hey.

- Well, I can't deny that murdering dog in court,

justice will be served and all in record time.

- [Officer] And the fiance,

the richest little girl in Melbourne.

Swell he turned out to be.

- Thank you.

It would appear the whole city's made up its mind

about Fitzgerald before he set foot in the dark.

Well as an acquaintance of the accused,

I do believe there's more to the story.

Although I have been known to sympathize

with scoundrels the likes of Ned Kelly.

- As a friend of the victim,

I hope that mongrel goes exactly the same way as Kelly end.

- Oh Duncan, didn't see you there.

- How are you, Felix?

The same.

- Well, I'm deeply alarmed of course.

I would never have suspected Brian.

- Yes, especially considering what a dear friend he is.

- Yes.

Quite.

- Kilsip.

What?

No coming to shake my hand?

(men laughing)

- You haven't yet found the chloroform bottle,

nor the victim's jacket.

It's a rather flimsy chain of evidence.

Wouldn't you say?

- Well, if you want to dredge the rivers

for a soggy jacket in a little glass bottle, be my guest.

- Unless of course you have a confession.

That's not what I hear.

It's not so easy to hang a man as you might think.

Gorby.

- [Madge] Papa.

- [Maid] I tried to keep her down, Mr. Frettlby.

- I don't need more rest.

I need to see Brian.

Papa, you must take me to him at once.

- You are not to go anywhere near the jail.

I forbid it.

Thank you, Ali.

- But I can't just leave him.

- You have no choice.

Think who you are.

I've arranged for you to go

to the country this afternoon to Yabba Yallook.

- I will not.

- Just until this public excitement has subsided.

- I will not desert him now when he needs me most.

You believe him guilty.

You have turned against him, too.

- If he is innocent, he must prove it.

And he will have the very best chance of doing that.

I've engaged Calton to defend him.

- I knew it.

I knew you would not desert him for my sake.

- My darling girl.

There is nothing I would not do for your sake.

- Duncan, how is she?

How's Madge?

- Good.

For she will not hear a bad word against you,

but there is much idle chatter going around.

- Yes, I'm sure my arrest has been pretty well canvased.

- Indeed, so we must get to business, my friend.

We need to account for your whereabouts

at the time of the murder between 1:00 and 2:00 a.m.

- Cannot tell you.

- [Duncan] What do you mean?

- Just that.

Duncan, I swear to you, I'm innocent of this crime.

As to where I was, I have no defense to make.

- Nonsense.

You must tell me.

Brian, your life depends on it.

Now where did you go after leaving the club?

Did you meet with anyone?

- Yes, but I will not say.

- Well, if you can't tell me what was discussed,

at least tell me who-

- I can't.

It was no use.

You won't find her anyway.

- Her?

When did you last see Whyte?

- That night falling drunk by the Scott's Church.

- Then it was you that hailed the hansom cab.

- Yes, but when I realized it was him,

I walked off and didn't return.

- Then someone else did.

Who?

Did Whyte have any enemies?

- No, I hardly knew him.

- Yet you knew where he lived.

Did you go see him?

Did you threaten his life?

- Yes, but only as a figure of speech.

I never intended to do it.

- Of course then the perfect opportunity presents itself.

Were you aware if Whyte he was carrying

valuable papers around with him?

- What?

How did you hear that?

- Oh, I see.

Then there were papers.

- I don't know, but if there were, I didn't take them.

- Perhaps not, but it is Gorby's belief

that the man to whom those papers

were of such value murdered Whyte.

- My God, then it's true.

- What?

What's true, Brian?

- I don't understand.

Why would he refuse to tell you?

- Well, I believe he's protecting someone,

but who I couldn't say.

- If he won't say where he was,

how will he ever be acquitted?

Dear God, whatever could be

so important he's prepared to hang for it?

- I wish I knew.

- You must take me to see him immediately,

despite Papa's wishes.

I need to persuade him.

(dramatic music)

- Sorry.

Sorry.

- You have no need to apologize.

I know that you are innocent as I know myself, but you must.

You must tell me where you were that night.

Brian, for my sake.

- You don't know what you ask.

- Then, why don't you tell her?

To protect the woman you saw?

- Is that true?

You were with a woman?

Brian, are you keeping silent-

- No, no, no, you don't understand.

- Oh Lord, he's mad.

I shall put in a defensive of insanity.

- I'm not mad.

Madge, if I tell anyone where I was,

it'll expose a secrets so destructive.

- Brian, listen to me.

Think only of yourself.

Better that we should know the worst then you should die.

Whatever it is, you have to tell me.

Please, Brian, I beg of you.

- Do you trust me?

- Of course.

How could you even ask?

- 'Cause there are some things

that make life not worth living.

I swear to you, Madge, this would tear us all apart.

Please Duncan, you must take her.

- [Duncan] Come on, Madge.

- I will save you in spite of yourself.

You shall not die.

I promise you.

(dramatic music)

This doesn't make any sense.

There are no secrets in any of our lives

that would justify him doing this.

So we must look to the facts.

When Brian left my house that night,

he said he would call at the club to see

if there were any letters for him before going home.

- He might have said that merely as a blind.

- No, I know his character and he'd have said nothing

rather than a deliberate lie.

He must've found a letter there

or something which caused him to alter his mind.

- Yes.

(bell ringing)

- Nothing of the sort I assure you.

I possess a picture perfect memory.

- I see.

Well, thank you anyway.

- Sir, are you inquiring about letters for Mr. Fitzgerald?

- Yes, I am his counsel.

- Well, while there were no letters waiting for him,

there was one brought to him on that night.

(dramatic music)

- Excuse me, no women allowed.

- Hey, get your hands off me.

- No, you don't.

Out now.

Out now or I'll call the police.

- No, you won't.

You'll give him this.

- Who's him?

- Just give it.

- [Doorman] Now what'd he say, move it.

- [Sal] Yeah, all right.

- Thank you.

Thank you indeed.

- Those wicked people with wicked, wicked tongues.

My poor Mr. Fitzgerald.

- You'll have to prepare yourself

for that kind of talk, Mrs. Samson, being a trial witness.

- It's all because I told that horrid beast

what time Mr. Fitzgerald returned.

I've never been to court before,

except for the time father took me

for a treat to hear a murderer.

I certainly hope they don't hang him.

It's such a chokey way of dying.

- This is it.

It has to be.

It's almost ruined.

- Mr. Fitzgerald is requested on a dying woman.

Do not delay.

- It's marked Toorak.

Perhaps that's where he went.

- Not missing the hour.

He wouldn't have had time to go there and back.

- We have to find the girl who delivered it.

She must know where he went.

- Good boy.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

Right, this is it.

Come on then.

Get down.

Good day, Stag.

Told you I'd be back.

- What we doing here?

- This is your new home.

- No, I'm not staying here.

- I'm not asking ya.

You got spark in ya.

I like that.

Get in there.

- A dying woman.

Intriguing.

But may I inquire, sir, why come to me?

- [Duncan] Well, I need someone whose mind isn't yet fixed.

And Detective Gorby-

- Is blinded by his own self importance.

- When Fitzgerald walked away from Whyte

after hailing the cab, I don't believe he returned.

Someone else murdered him,

then took another cab back to Pallet Street.

- I see.

And this disreputable young woman who delivered the note,

what did she look like?

Was she in tight fitted clothing,

vulgar jewelry, painted face?

Or was she filthy in ripped soil rags.

Course, matted hair.

- The latter I believe.

- Then your missing girl crawled out

the slums off Little Bourke.

- Look here, I appreciate your hypothesis-

- Talbot Villa.

Toorak.

Where a burglary took place not three months ago

and where the villains hide their stash.

Mother Guttersnipe's crib.

That I believe is where the note bearer resides.

- And who exactly is this Mother Guttersnipe?

- Hm.

I'll show you, but you must prepare yourself.

- Oh, here's a handsome pair of gents.

Over here.

Hello.

- No, thank you.

(ominous music)

- Disengage, madam.

(soft music) (crowd chattering)

- [Woman] Where you off to, lads?

(soft music)

(man whistling)

(soft music)

- You.

Where's Mother Guttersnipe?

- Inside.

She's stuck on her booze.

- Nevermind what she's doing?

Take us to her at once.

* When she heard the bell ringing *

* And every joy the dead bell give *

- What the hell do you want?

- [Liza] They want your booze.

- Just wait 'til I catch you, Liza.

I'll break your blooming head.

- [Kilsip] You two can clear as well.

* Make my bed

* And make it

- Shut up.

Curse ya.

- She seems ill.

- Crawled in here last night.

* My true love

- Ought to be in Yarrer bend she ought.

Haven't seen you before.

- My name is Calton.

I'm a barrister and we're here on business.

- Is that so?

Ain't no swagger this time so don't bother searching.

- Three weeks ago there was a woman who died here.

Do you remember her?

- And what if I do?

I didn't kill her, did I?

It was a blessed drink.

- Do you remember who she was?

- Look at you.

All questions.

No, I were too drunk.

- [Kilsip] Now do you remember her?

- Oh yeah.

The queen.

That's what she called herself.

Out from England.

Found her in the gutter I did.

Out cold.

So, I brings her in out of the goodness of me heart.

- Before she died, do you recall a gentleman

coming to see her?

- So Sal said.

I recall nothing.

- Sal?

- My granddaughter.

The queen sent her to fetch some tough to see her.

Might print some papers from me box, too,

but I never saw him come.

- Ma'am, where is your granddaughter now?

It's vital we speak with her.

- Well, you can't.

She's hooked it.

Left her poor old gran and joined the army.

Curse 'em.

Coming around here and spoiling business.

* And again

- Shut up.

Shut up or I'll slap your neck.

(woman coughing)

- Did anyone else ever visit with this woman?

Did she have any friends?

- Some other slick cove coming to see her.

Real a lot for awhile then nothing.

He left her to rot he did.

- Do you remember his name?

- And what if I do?

That's it.

Whyte.

Oliver Whyte.

- Whyte?

Whyte knew this woman?

How?

What did they discuss?

- I don't know.

Papers or some such.

- Papers?

What sort of papers?

- How should I know?

Papers.

Just papers.

It were nothing to me.

- Yes, thank you.

That's all for now.

(dramatic music)

- Get your paper.

Hansom cab murder.

Get your paper.

Hansom cab murder.

Reward for the mysterious witness.

(dramatic music)

- It appears our missing girl, Sal Rawlins,

refuses to be found if indeed she's still alive.

- [Brian] Good.

- Brian, do not let fate determine your survival.

You must tell me this-

- I will not.

- If it is for Madge's sake you're keeping silent,

then surely for her sake, you must save yourself.

- My dear, if I thought I could dissuade you-

- I need to be there for him, Papa, despite what may happen.

- You are so much like your mother.

Strong-willed and pure hearted.

- I miss her so much.

- You know.

Your mother rescued me from the brink of self-destruction.

She was truly an angel.

- You never told me that.

Why?

Why did you need rescuing?

(dramatic music)

Papa.

(dramatic music)

- It's all in the past where it belongs.

(dramatic music)

I shall pray for him.

(soft music)

- [Calton] So, when the gentlemen returned, Mr. Royston,

did you notice any difference at all?

- No.

No.

Only that he spoke in a lower voice.

- You were sober, I suppose.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

Quite sober.

- Oh.

You didn't have a drink say at the Princess Bridge Hotel,

which I believe is near the rank where your cab stands.

- Well, I might have had just a glass.

- So you might or you might have had several.

Were you indeed elevated?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I was elevated, yeah up on my cab.

(audience laughing)

- You are here to give evidence, sir, not to make jokes.

Were you or were not the worst for drink.

- I might have been very slightly.

- So you didn't observe very clearly

at all the man who hailed you?

- No.

No, but I didn't know there

was gonna be a murder committed, did I?

- Did Whyte mention anything

that night about certain papers?

- Papers?

- Yes.

Document he might've had with him.

- No, I don't believe he did.

- So, even Whyte's closest friends knew nothing

of these mythical papers.

- He was a virtuous man with an honorable history.

Unlike some, you filthy Irish bloke.

- Order, Mr. Moreland.

- Taken I was.

Terrified in my own house

because that man there, that brute,

stormed in and threw poor Mr. Whyte against the wall.

- [Duncan] But you were outside the room,

Mrs. Hableton were you not?

- Aye, but I could hear every foul word.

I'll kill you, he cried.

If you don't stay away from her,

I'll kill you even in the open street.

(audience murmuring)

- [Judge] Order.

(gavel pounding)

Order.

Order I say.

Order.

Order I say.

- We should put Mr. Fitzgerald in the box.

- But he has no defense to make.

It would only harm us.

- Sir, Mr. Calton.

(dramatic music)

- It's a miracle.

Who found her?

- [Kilsip] She was found in a brother in Ballarat.

She refused to give her name to police at first.

- We need her in the witness box.

We have no time to lose.

- Not in her current condition.

She has rags for clothes.

She's very sickly indeed.

- Then let me see her.

(soft music)

A doctor's been called.

He'll be here soon.

- All this fuss.

The police said a man's life were at stake.

Man I sent to collect.

- Yes it is.

And that's why I'm so glad we found you.

- I haven't done nothing yet, have I?

Never been in a bath before.

Don't know if I like it.

- Now, let's see about this healthy abundance.

- It's nothing to what some girls get.

- [Calton] So after delivering the note,

you met the accused Brian Fitzgerald

on the corner of Burke and Russell streets

shortly after 1:00 a.m.

- Yeah, about that woman put in a note

and then I took him to see her.

- To see whom, Miss Rawlins?

Who was this dying woman who so urgently wanted to see him?

- The queen.

That's what she called herself.

Hoity toity.

- I see.

And did you hear what this queen said to him?

- She told me to stay outside,

but now and then I could hear him.

- [Brian] No.

It's too horrible.

It's not true.

It's not true.

- And then he came out face white as a ghost

and said get me out of this house so I did.

You all right from here?

- Yes.

Thank you, Miss.

Thank you.

(bell ringing)

- Miss Rawlins, we have been told on numerous occasions

in this court of the extraordinarily similar appearance

of gentlemen in evening dress.

Therefore, how can you be at all certain

that the man you accompanied that night

is the one now sitting in the dock?

- Of course I am.

You think I wouldn't remember him?

The first gold sovereign I ever saw

and he wanted nothing for it.

- The note you delivered.

What was written on it?

On the front?

- What, why?

- You must've glanced at it.

Did you not?

- It was for Mr. Fitzgerald.

- But you can't be sure, can you, Miss Rawlins?

Because you can't read.

(audience murmuring)

Therefore, if you did accompany Mr. Fitzgerald that night,

how could you possibly have determined the time

on the post office clock?

- I ain't stupid you great tough.

- [Judge] Language, Miss Rawlins.

- I heard the three quarters ring, didn't I?

- You heard it.

You could have hear a quarter to one.

Or quarter to six or anything for that matter.

(clock ticking)

- 25 past four.

You happy now?

(clock ticking)

(soft music)

- And as you have heard a great deal

on circumstantial evidence from both sides,

your verdict will depend on who you believe.

(soft music)

- We, the jury find the accused, Mr. Brian Fitzgerald.

Not guilty.

(audience gasping)

- [Judge] Order.

Order I say.

(gavel pounding)

(soft music)

- Thank God it's over.

- It will be when we leave.

(soft music)

- Sal.

Thank you.

Thank you a million times over.

- I suppose you want your dress.

- No, no, no, it's yours.

It's yours.

And this is beloved Brian who of course you've already met.

- I owe you my life.

(soft music)

Shall we?

- I have a few more items you might like to try

and then you and I need to speak.

(soft music)

(gentle music)

- My darling girl.

Where is he?

Is he here?

- He has a million things to attend to,

but this, Papa, is to whom we owe our happiness.

Sal Rawlins.

- Why, yes indeed.

We cannot thank you enough.

If you'll excuse us.

A private moment.

- Why is she here?

A reward is one thing.

I'm only too pleased to be able to provide.

- She must have employment.

I'm not sending her back to the slums.

- Employment?

Just what do you expect she will do?

- She can be my maid.

Hilda is about to be married and I will train her.

- Your personal maid?

It's out of the question.

- Look at her.

She's never had a chance in her life and we have everything.

After all she's done for us, it is the least we can do.

(soft music)

Thank you, Papa.

- My friend Edith would have done the job just fine.

- [Sal] This is where I'll be cleaning?

- No, this is where you'll sleep.

I didn't mean to upset you.

- No.

- [Madge] What is it?

- Oh, it's nothing.

It's stupid really.

I just.

I just had a thought that maybe

when that woman gave me the note to deliver,

maybe God meant me to find you.

- I agree completely.

- [Driver] Thank you, sir.

Drive on.

(soft music)

- I wasn't sure you'd be home.

I thought you'd never be leaving Madge's side again

after what you've endured.

- I've been preoccupied.

To be honest, it's been almost intolerable

setting foot in public.

The mutterings.

Stares.

- Yes, I'm afraid until the real murderer is found,

this matter will haunt you and Madge both.

You should know I've engaged Detective Kilsip

to look into the Queen's background in England.

- [Brian] Please-

- She seems to be at the heart of everything.

- Please Duncan, why are you still pursuing this?

- Why?

How can you ask me why?

For your sake alone, justice must be served.

- For my sake?

After I was prepared to hang for its silence.

Good God, surely you know by now

that no good will ever come from this.

Why can't you just leave it alone?

- Then clearly you know who did this.

You know who killed Whyte.

- I never took you for a selfish man.

You want this for your own advancement.

Nothing-

- No, Brian, I want this for us all.

- To atone for your past.

Is that it?

The orphan son of a convict.

How many of your gowned colleagues know of your origins?

- My past is just that

and I am proud of all that I have achieved.

A man was killed.

Justice must be served no matter what.

- [Woman] But why pick it up?

Just toss it, I say.

- I'll tell you now she'll never make a lady's maid

and she's far too familiar with Chinese John.

Your mail, sir.

We're all looking forward

to seeing Mr. Fitzgerald here tonight.

What a strong, fine man he is.

Another cup of tea?

- No, thank you.

That'll be all.

(soft music)

- [Man] Frettlby.

- You're late.

- You just wait, Mark.

The beautiful Rosanna, like nothing you've ever seen.

(soft music)

(hand knocking)

(soft music)

- [Woman] Who's there?

(soft music)

Answer me.

- Just someone from the management, Mama.

(soft music)

(patrons chattering)

- Ah, yes.

The lawyer.

Calton.

- Duncan.

May I call you Roger?

- Of course.

And jolly good work.

That Fitzgerald owes you his life.

- Well, that's just it.

Regrettably, Whyte murderer is still at large

and I was hoping you might fill in some blanks for me.

His friend, the queen, did you ever meet her?

- Yes.

Yes, once or twice.

She was on the same steamer from England.

His mistress as I understood.

A burlesque dancer in her day apparently.

In Melbourne.

Would have been ravishing too,

but a bit too fond of the champagne.

- Do you know if she had other friends here

or why she ended up in the slums?

- Couldn't say.

You see Whyte's friends were not mine.

- Did you ever find out her name?

- Yes, now what did Whyte tell me?

Rosanna I believe.

Rosanna Moore.

- Well, thank you.

Thank you indeed.

- Of course I vociferously protested Fitz's innocence

from the very beginning.

A lone voice in the wilderness if you will.

- And greatly appreciate it.

To Brian.

- [All] To Brian.

- Thank you.

- In fact, due to all the attention Felix

has since been receiving, he has decided

to embrace his passion for politics and enter parliament.

- [Valpy] Good for you, young man.

- It was the natural next step.

- I didn't know you had such firm convictions, Felix.

- Yes, quite.

And in more important news,

the delightful Miss Featherweight

has agreed to become Mrs. Rolleston.

- Congratulations indeed.

Now we shall have two weddings to celebrate.

- Oh yes.

Have you settled on a honeymoon destination as yet?

- Well, we were thinking New Zealand, weren't we?

- What about Ireland?

Show your new bride whence you began.

- Think not.

It is a very long way.

- Oh, not so much now.

This is the age of unrest and electricity

and steam has turned us all into Bohemians.

- One never tires of seeing

the queer things there are in the world.

- [Felix] Very true, Valpy.

We saw some queer enough things

in Melbourne in the early days.

- Oh, don't tell me for I'm sure they're naughty.

- We weren't all saints then.

At the theaters, they don't have dancers like that anymore.

- I dear say.

- Tell me, Valpy, did you ever come across

a burlesque actress by the name of Rosanna Moore?

- Oh yes, I'd say every young man in Melbourne knew Rosanna.

Such hair, such eyes.

As light as a fairy.

Do you remember her, Frettlby?

- I can't say that I do.

Dora, tell me, have you and Felix set a date?

- And what became of her?

Do you know?

- I believe she died, did she not?

In the theater fire in London.

- If you don't mind, I hardly find these reminiscences

of a belly dancer amusing.

- I agree and hardly appropriate

at dinner table conversation.

- Excuse me.

- Sure.

- [Madge] Brian.

(soft music)

- [Mark] Rosanna.

You're all I think about.

We'll escape together.

What do you say?

(soft music)

Rosanna.

(soft music)

- [Brian] It's not true.

It's not true.

(soft music)

- My darling, what happened?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

- It's a good thing there are none

except of a man's own raising.

- What?

What does that mean?

- I need you to come with me tomorrow.

We shall marry abroad and continue on

as far away as possible.

New York, London.

- Tomorrow.

Brian, what is going on?

Why are you so desperate-

- You must listen to me.

As my bride to be, you cannot question me on this.

- Is that so?

Well I am growing rather tired of being told

what I should and shouldn't know.

And this secret that you cannot speak-

- It's to protect you.

It's all for.

You.

- It is my secret.

- You must forget I said anything.

- All this time you've been keeping silent

and the scandal is mine.

- It's for your own good.

- Well it is not your secret to keep.

- Do you love me?

Madge?

- Perhaps I should ask you the same thing

because if there is so much that you feel you need

to conceal from me, how can we post from me?

- You are everything to me.

All I want is for us to be together.

- And I need someone to be honest with me.

No matter the consequences.

(fire crackling)

I'm sorry.

(fire crackling)

(soft music)

Sal.

(soft music)

- Whatever I can tell you, I will.

- The woman who told him this secret, the queen,

did you ever learn anything else about her?

When Whyte came to stay, did you?

- Yeah, I did.

She always threw me and Gran out,

but one time I stayed behind real quiet like

and when gran went out for gin,

I peered through a crack in the door.

- What did you see?

- She reached under pillow and pulled out these papers.

- This will make our fortune.

He is going to fall off his perch

when he finds out I'm still alive.

(soft music)

What?

- Don't worry yourself.

I'll deal with Frettlby.

- No, no, you gave me your word.

Come back here.

Come back here right now.

(soft dramatic music)

- [Sal] Never came back after that.

- My father.

What business could Whyte have had with him?

- I don't know.

But then she sent for Mr. Fitzgerald

so that he could stop Mr. Whyte.

She said she wanted revenge.

- But someone got to him first for those papers,

which somehow it must concern me.

Did you ever find out her name?

Her real name?

- Yeah, I did.

Mr. Fitzgerald asked her for it.

Rosanna Moore.

- The dancer.

(soft music)

- She was born here after all.

And my London contact confirmed,

only after finding fame in Melbourne did she set sail

to grace the London stage in 1863.

- And the theater fire?

- Wasn't even there.

Her contract had already been terminated.

Cast aside for the younger, prettier dancers.

Left penniless, desperate.

- And so she returns with Whyte after all these years

with a secret concerning the Frettlby's.

- [Girl] Hey, mister?

- What?

Mrs. Rawlins.

- Mother Guttersnipe.

- She's sick.

- Witches have red eyes

and cannot see very far,

but they have a sense of smell like.

- Animals.

- Animals.

And know when humans are.

- Approaching.

(soft music)

- Well, well.

I was wondering who it would be to slither through my door.

- I must say I don't appreciate your tone, Mr. Frettlby.

It's not I who.

Well, we both know what you've done.

(soft music)

- Good God, woman, we shall call for a doctor.

- No.

I don't want anyone.

- Fetch a doctor quickly.

- Why did you call me here?

- That poor fellow died a drink.

Curse him.

And I'm following her.

- Following who?

The queen?

Rosanna?

- You know her name?

Good for you.

Proud Jane she was.

Always flouncing around while I slaved me bones.

Cared for her.

(hand knocking)

(soft music)

- Who's there?

(soft music)

Answer me.

- It's just someone from the management.

(soft music)

- [Duncan] You're Rosanna's mother.

- Yes.

I am.

(soft music)

If you'd been around in the old days,

you would have been after her, too.

All the guys were.

She danced over their black hearts.

Pure.

Until he came along with his own force and his gold.

Seduced her.

Ruined her with a child.

And how's he over there blooming it up all these years.

Curse him.

- Who?

Who are you talking about?

- Who?

Who?

Mark Frettlby.

(dramatic music)

- Now get out.

(dramatic music)

- Ah, yes.

There was one other thing my dear friend told me.

Something the old woman kept from you.

- I told him she were dead.

- You're a despicable creature.

How could you?

- To break his black heart.

- Where is she?

Where's my daughter?

- She were already sick when she got here.

Must've got a fever on the journey.

Only lasted a day.

Poor little tot.

Rosanna took off for London this morning brokenhearted.

(soft music)

(clock ticking)

(soft music)

He stole my Rosanna away from me.

The only thing in my retched life worth living for.

(soft music)

(glass shattering)

(soft music)

So I stole his Sarah away from him.

My Sal.

- Frettlby's child?

You kept as your slave to fester here.

- Oh, I never raised a saint.

And he paid me well to keep me at bay.

See?

See?

Gold.

- Consumption.

She can hardly breathe.

- No, stay back.

It's mine.

It's mine.

- Sorry, she has the fever.

There's little I can do for her.

- What?

- There's nothing to be done, Mrs. Rawlins.

- No.

No.

No.

I ain't fit to die.

I wanna live.

Take it.

Sovereigns see?

Give me my life.

Give me my life.

Give me my life.

Oh my god.

Sal.

Sal.

- Dear God, Frettlby.

- Who killed Whyte to hide his affair with Rosanna

and steal whatever papers he was holding

and let Brian take the blame.

- No, no, no.

I cannot believe he would incriminate his future son-in-law.

- Well, if a man is driven to it, he can do anything.

Whyte's jacket.

Frettlby must've followed Whyte into the Orient Hotel,

grabbed the jacket from Moreland,

then discovering the pockets were empty,

slipped it over his own and hurried

after him into the hansom cab.

- Explaining why the murderer's handkerchief

carried Whyte's own initial.

- Precisely, but we still need evidence.

Cursed.

He must've gotten rid of it somewhere on his home but where?

(bell ringing)

A long, fawn jacket or small medicine bottle perhaps?

- I'm afraid not.

Sorry, sir.

(bell ringing)

- Wait.

How did you?

(soft music)

Where did you get this?

(soft music)

Answer me.

- I found it, sir.

I swear.

(soft music)

- You.

(soft music)

- Sir?

Help, help.

(soft dramatic music)

- [Man] Quick, everyone.

(soft dramatic music)

- Papa?

Papa.

Papa.

(soft dramatic music)

- Where is he?

- In his room.

The doctor's with him.

Madge is resting.

So I sent a telegram to Mr. Fitzgerald.

I thought he should know.

Sir.

Before, she saw this.

- He married her.

Oh dear God.

It's bigamy and Madge is illegitimate.

I am here, old friend.

- [Brian] Madge.

- Brian.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I know.

I know your secret.

I am nothing.

I am nothing.

- It doesn't matter.

- You knew all of this about me all along

and you were prepared-

- Madge, listen to me.

I'd do it all again and I love you just as you are.

Nothing will change that.

- My father.

He killed-

- Don't.

Don't say it.

I'll take care of you whatever happens.

(bell ringing)

- Have you ever seen anything more ridiculous?

The ball's not even round.

- [Player] Oh, oh.

On the other side.

Nice kick.

Fine kick.

And again that was a long one.

Come on.

Over here, over here.

Get position.

(bell ringing)

(hand banging)

- Do you mind?

And on the Lord's day.

- [Kilsip] An urgent police matter.

- I really couldn't say.

- It has your address so under the poisons act,

you must have the purchaser marked in your register.

- Yes.

Here it is.

Medicinal use to settle the nerves.

- The name, madam.

Who purchased it?

- Mr. Whyte.

Oliver Whyte.

- Whyte?

That cannot be.

- Do you also require his witness?

- His witness?

Who was that?

- Roger Moreland?

Whyte's friend?

- The very one.

- Thank God so it wasn't Frettlby at all.

How could I have even thought so?

- Yes, of course.

He was envious of Whyte.

Well, he told me himself he was

on the outskirts of society and obviously desperate

to steal the riches he could never earn.

- And only he knew that Whyte was carrying the poison.

- If this is true, then no one stole Whyte's jacket.

Moreland put it on himself

then followed his friend into the cab to kill him.

- Guttersnipe, what's your rush?

- [Girl] Hallelujah.

Jesus will save ya, miss.

He'll save ya.

(soft dramatic music)

- [Driver] Cor blimey.

Come on.

(soft dramatic music)

If you purge yourself in my cab, you pay for it.

- [Oliver] I wasn't going home.

Take Hilda.

- [Driver] Yeah, I heard you, all right.

(soft dramatic music)

Oh, you're back.

- [Oliver] What do you want?

(soft dramatic music)

- All so he could steal the marriage certificate no doubt

to blackmail Frettlby for as much as he could.

- Here it is.

This is it.

It's the only one that's blank.

He wasn't so foolish as to write in the amount,

but I imagine it's for quite a sum.

- That's where he'll be first thing tomorrow morning.

(dramatic music)

- [Banker] 5000 pounds, sir.

- Thank you, sir.

Very much.

(dramatic music)

- Roger Moreland.

(dramatic music)

- [Roger] What are you doing?

Get off.

- Roger Moreland, I arrest you in the queen's name

for the murder of Oliver Whyte.

- How dare you?

You have no proof.

- But I say we do and it's all here.

Not to mention Whyte's jacket

and the bubble of chloroform you used to kill him.

- You have no idea, do you?

What it's like to come all this way and still be trapped.

Ignored.

Pitied.

- I fear you're in luck.

You're about to become famous.

- I'm no different than you.

To any of you.

I deserve that.

- Come along.

- You're all the same as me.

Curse you.

Curse you all.

(dramatic music)

- Well well.

What have we got there?

- Evidence.

Enough to hang Whyte's killer,

which I shall review in my own sweet time.

- Dear God.

Forgive me.

- My dear friend, the culprit has been caught.

- Yes and when Moreland goes to trial,

my past and my daughter's shame will be entertainment.

(soft music)

But Duncan, you must promise me.

Never let them know that they are sisters.

- But surely for their sake.

- No.

No.

I've caused them too much pain already.

(soft dramatic music)

You must look after them both.

From my wealth, provide Sal with an income.

Enough for whatever she wants to do.

Will you do that for me?

For my girls?

- I will.

I will.

(soft dramatic music)

(bright music)

And you are to have a share of the Frettlby request.

- I don't understand.

- It's for you to do whatever you choose.

- A shelter for fallen women

with clean beds, land to grow their own vegetables or baths.

There's so many who need help.

- Then I think Mr. Frettlby

would have been very proud indeed.

- Why?

Why would he do this?

- That I cannot say.

(soft music)

- Thank you.

(bright music)

- Darling Sal, I can't imagine going anywhere without you,

so please tell me you'll come with us.

- On your honeymoon?

Not on your life.

Besides I have far too much to do here.

- Then I will miss you terribly.

What is it?

- I was right, you know.

God did bring us together.

- Yes.

Closer than family.

(bright music)

(dramatic music)