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Charlotte?

Charlotte,
you're coming home right now.

No! You told me to handle
things for myself, so I am.

Stop it, Charlotte!

You're making a scene.
Exactly!

You're supposed to be behaving like
a young lady, not a hooligan.

Now, I don't know what
you're thinking of doing...

No, you don't. But you will.

Don't you walk away from me!
Ow!

Look, I will not let you make
a fool of yourself...

Hey! Let go of her.

This has nothing to do with you,
Reddan.

We're not in class.
You can't tell me what to do.

But I'm still your principal
and she is my daughter.

Enjoy the presentation, Dad.
Come on.

Charlotte, you come back
here right now.

Inside, everyone!

Let's get started.

Nice dress, Charlotte.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Miss Fiona McGregor.

Next, I'd like to introduce
the lovely Miss Christine Pryor.

She'll be accompanied
on this momentous evening

by Mr James Young.

Christine is an excellent
student of mathematics,

a member of the
Junior Dramatic Society

and she's Ballarat's reigning
under 18 girls tennis champion.

(APPLAUSE)

Ladies and gentlemen,
Miss Christine Pryor.

(APPLAUSE)

Our final debutante for tonight

is none other than Principal
Worthington's daughter.

She will be accompanied
by Mr David Reddan.

Ladies and gentlemen,

let me introduce
Miss Charlotte Worthington.

Er, Mr David Reddan
and Charlotte Worthington.

Charlotte?
She and Dave were here earlier.

Your job was to avoid this sort
of embarrassment.

You're supposed to be on stage.

I can't find her.

Did you check in there?
It's the girls dressing-room.

Idiot.

What are you doing, Charlotte?
Get up.

Get up, girl.

Charlotte?

(PLAYS GENTLE PIANO MELODY)

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Dr Blake's residence.

Wendouree Grammar?

I tell you, Matthew.

Rest and relaxation -

I don't know how people do it.

Matthew,
you're needed down at the station.

There's been a death
at the debutantes' ball.

Give me two seconds.
I'll be right with you.

No, Lucien.
You're not fit enough, Lucien.

I'm still the Police Surgeon.

No, I'll get Dr Wallace.

Wal... Jack Wallace? He wouldn't
know a carbuncle from a kidney.

Look, I could work from here.
Alice can manage the autopsy.

All you need to do
is bring me the reports.

Oh, come on, Matthew.

You know I'll do a better job
than bloody Wallace.

He won't stop annoying you
until he's working.

Why is she still lying there?

I'm sorry sir, but we need to keep
her here for just a while longer.

Just this way, please.

How long does it take to
clear a room?

We're still taking statements, sir.

Must have been a stroke.

Her mother, she died the same way.

I see. Well, even so, we need other
witnesses' accounts.

Robert, we need to let
the police do their job.

I wish they would.

Where's your superintendent?
I want him to handle this.

I'll make sure I tell him, sir.

Um, can you let me know when you're
finished with the students?

I need to make sure
they all get home.

Make sure the hall's completely...

Sally. Are you alright?

Yeah, I'm fine, Mum.

Let's get you home.

Is the teacher a friend of yours?

Kim Fox. She organised the deb.

She found Charlotte,
with her father and boyfriend.

Well, she seems to get along
with the kids well.

She's a good teacher.

Don't suppose you've had a chance
to chat to those girls?

No, but I overheard them.
They're all saying the same thing.

Charlotte went into the
dressing-room before the deb started

and never came out.

Right, Alice, I'm here.

Is Charlie with you?

He's assisting. There's no apparent
damage to the vertebrae or skull.

However, there is a small amount
of free intracranial gas

visible on the X-ray.

Which can occur post-mortem.

Doctor, I'm afraid I'm going to need
a full autopsy

to establish cause of death.

There's no sign of a struggle,
no damage to her clothing,

no skin or fibres under
the fingernails.

Could it be a stroke,
given the mother's history?

It's possible.

But there are other things
to consider.

Such as?

She has minor blistering
in the oral cavity and pharynx.

Any idea as to the cause, Alice?

Not without toxicology.

Also, she has healing contusions

on her upper arms.

And how old?

There's significant yellowing.

I'd say at least a few days,
possibly more.

And finally...

..there's scarring
on the upper thighs.

They're burn marks, Lucien.

Describe them to me.

Small, about a square inch.

Triangular with an emphasis on
two sides, pointing downwards.

Repetitive.

Very deliberate.

She was abused before she died.

Dr Harvey said the burns occurred
over a period of time.

Most have already completely
scarred,

but there are a few in the final
stages of healing.

They're a couple of months old.

How long's
she been with the boyfriend?

Only since the school started
preparing for the deb,

so no more than six weeks.

What was your take on the father?

He's strange. Very controlling.

You think he's capable
of abusing his own daughter?

People are capable of anything,
Charlie.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING)
Yes, alright! Oh! Coming!

Lucien, go back to bed.

Morning!
Is it?

I have the autopsy results.

Cause of death was basal
subarachnoid haemorrhage,

usually associated with
aneurysms at the base of the brain.

Stroke?

At first glance, yes.

Any damage to the cerebral arteries,
the circle of Willis?

I discovered a small amount of blood
in the external auditory canal.

Opening the middle ear
confirmed my suspicions.

She was stabbed through the ear,
piercing the eardrum

and the internal carotid artery.

Resulting in a haemorrhage
and, of course, death.

It would explain the
free gas on the X-ray.

Weapon?

Oh, anything long and thin.

I'll call the station.

Ooh.
Oh, Jean.

Alice.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Alice, it's a very clinical way
to kill someone, isn't it?

Cold, dispassionate.

I used the dark room at the Courier.

Oh.

No, I'm sorry. This ...

This isn't going to work for me.

I... I have to go to the morgue.

But I followed your instructions
to the letter.

Yes, you did, brilliantly,

and I'm ever so grateful.

But, Alice, you understand,
it's...it's...

It's just not the same.

Jean, I'm...
I'm no good to her here.

I can't help her like this.

Well, then, I'm coming with you.

Jean, would you mind...

Thank you.

Ah, wonderful.

Hello, Charlotte.

I'm so sorry we're meeting like this.

I think the bruising on her arms is
too old to be from time of death.

Which suggests she knew her killer,
probably quite well.

Clearly they were able to get in
close without any resistance.

That's adhesive residue.

I think it's from industrial tape.

She was restrained?

Yes,
but not at the time of her death.

No, the residue's been partially
scrubbed away.

Her intestines are
blistered in a manner

similar to the throat,

probably caused by the large
amount of raw chilli

I found in her digestive tract.

Right. As you know,
generally speaking,

the body takes around 72 hours
to process most foods.

Which means that chilli
was consumed around the same time

those bruises were received.

Add to that, the adhesive tape
around her wrists...

Yes.

Who tortured you, Charlotte?

And then there are the burns.

What on earth would leave
these kinds of marks?

Sorry, I'll wait outside.

Well, you should have some
breakfast.

Do you want eggs and toast or...
No, you should have eggs.

Jean.

Jean...

I am sorry. I shouldn't have
let you come with me.

She was so young,

and someone made her suffer
over and over before she was...

I understand why you
had to go there.

It's the least I can do for her.

Did you and Alice work out
what those marks were?

No, not yet.

Because I think
I know what caused them.

I didn't want to be right.

The impression's different.

Charlotte's burns,
those triangular shapes,

they seem deeper at the tips
whereas this is ...

More even.

But whoever did it must have
held it differently.

Oh, hang on a moment, Jean.

Thank you.

May I, um...

Lucien? Lucien, be careful.

It's alright.

Someone was already torturing her.
Why would she burn herself?

Self-loathing.

Finding an escape through pain,

believing hurt and damage
is all she deserves.

She's a teenage girl
from a well-to-do family.

Uh, this abuse,
it was only physical?

No evidence of sexual assault.

Well, at least that's something.

What about a murder weapon?

Well, nothing in evidence matches
the description.

Right, well let's find out
who did this to her.

Yes, what is it?
I have people relying on me.

Mr Worthington.
Professor.

Professor Worthington,
Chief Superintendent Lawson.

Well, thank you for coming.

I'm afraid it's our duty
to inform you

that your daughter Charlotte

suffered a severe injury
to her brain,

which resulted in her death.

It wasn't a stroke.

She was murdered?

How?

We can't divulge that
information at this time.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Could we have a look
at Charlotte's bedroom?

Why? She didn't die here.

It'll help us get a better
understanding of who she was.

Well, go back to the crime scene.
You're police, not psychiatrists.

I'm sorry, but it's necessary sir.

And I'd prefer not to have to go
and get a warrant.

I'm afraid we're going to
have to reschedule.

The doctor isn't seeing
patients today.

Oh, but Dr Blake called me

and asked me to come.

Mrs Reddan, nice to see you.
Won't you come through.

There we are.
Is it bad news, Doctor?

It's a tumour, isn't it?

No, Mrs Reddan, no tumour.

But severe headaches
can be exacerbated

by stressful events.

I tell that to my husband.

He thinks I have the vapours.
Right.

Well, your blood pressure is
a little high.

Not surprising,
given what happened last night.

I assume you were there.
Terrible business.

Yes, indeed.

Now, there are some stretches
we could try.

They might bring you some relief.

Mrs Reddan,
I understand your son, Dave,

was accompanying
the Worthington girl.

Yes. He's very upset.

Oh, I wish he'd stayed with
his last girlfriend

instead of deciding to
take Charlotte.

He was meant to accompany
someone else?

Sally Murphy. Such a clever girl.

I could tell he'd lost
interest in her

but, honestly, I was surprised when
he picked Charlotte Worthington.

Really? Why?

Oh, well,
she was just so aloof and superior.

No sense of humour.

Dave could have any girl he wants,
you know. He's very popular.

She was very bright. Academic.

A little prone to melodrama,

but that's what teenage girls
are like.

I'm afraid I wouldn't know.

I don't know what you're
hoping to find.

Do you think I did it?

Why would I kill my own daughter?

We have to consider
all the possibilities.

What are you doing?

Hey, you've got no right to
touch her stuff.

That was my wife's.

Martha. She died many years ago.

What are you...
How is that evidence?

Is this really necessary?

Anything that can help us piece
together Charlotte's life is...

Get out. Out! You can come back
with your bloody warrant.

I'll be engaging a lawyer.

Expect to hear from him,
you bloody incompetents.

Do you know someone
was abusing your daughter?

We'll need you to come with us to
the station, Professor Worthington.

I never laid a finger on her.

Witnesses saw you arguing
before the deb.

They say you forcibly tried
to restrain her.

I was holding her back.
That's not abuse.

So what was the argument about?

I don't see how that's relevant.

Why don't you let us
be the judge of that?

She said she was going to
make a statement.

What sort of statement?
I don't know.

She was histrionic.

I assumed that it had something
to do with...

Well, to be honest,
I don't know what I assumed.

Something that might embarrass you,
Professor?

Can you describe your relationship
with Charlotte?

Relationship?

She missed her mother.
I did what I could.

Did she need disciplining?

Not of the sort you're thinking.

And if you want to actually do
your job instead of persecuting me,

why don't you talk to those
wretched girls?

We heard you all used to give
Charlotte a hard time.

Us? Of course not.

You never hit her, or hurt her?

No. We were her friends.

At least we tried to be.

Her dad was strict.
We felt sorry for her.

Even when Dave Reddan chose her
over you?

I dumped Dave ages ago.

All these questions mean Charlotte
was murdered, wasn't she?

I thought she died of a stroke.

Well, was she?

Inside, girls, thank you.
Really? Charlotte was murdered?

Off to class. It'll be alright.

What do you know about
those two and Charlotte?

Is now really the time?

Things have been terrible
for everyone, Charlie.

I'm sorry,
I feel like I know you.

Rose has told me all about you.

Yes. She said.

So, um, Sally and Christine?

Well, they're in shock.
The whole school is.

You looked surprised

when Sally said she wanted to be
friends with Charlotte.

Teenage girls swing pretty wildly
from love to hate and back again.

It's hard to keep up.

So were you aware of any problems
between the girls and Charlotte?

Only the usual teenage stuff.

Things seemed to be better
the last few weeks

so I thought they'd worked it out.

What can you tell me
about Dave Reddan?

He seems like a decent young man.

I need to get back to work.

It was really nice to be able
to put a face to the name.

Lily Dew.

What's that?
The perfume.

Very popular
with the younger ladies.

Why don't you wear something
more comfortable?

Or are you expecting more patients?

No, um...I think we're done
for the day.

Oh.

You know, I've never understood the
obsession with the debutante ball.

Most girls want their moment in
the spotlight, chance to dress up.

And you?

I spent weeks making my dress.
I had a wonderful night.

I was really looking forward
to making a dress

for Helen Murphy's daughter

until she told me not to bother.

I think she found a better price.

Helen Murphy?
Mm

Her daughter wouldn't be Sally,
by any chance?

Yes, that's right.

Jean, Helen Murphy didn't find
a better price.

Sally's boyfriend found another
girl...

(TELEPHONE RINGS)
..Charlotte Worthington.

Dr Blake's residence.

Mrs Parker.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid he's still
not seeing patients,

not for another week.

Not at school today?
Can we do this later?

One of Johnson's horses colicked
again and Dad was out all night.

He's still sleeping.
Well, we can talk out here, Dave.

Unless you'd rather come to
the station.

Were you aware of any injuries
that Charlotte may have had?

Why are you asking me this?

I would've thought
you would've seen something

that other people might not have.

We weren't like that. Charlotte was
always covering herself up.

Well, how long were you together?

Not that long.

Did she tell you that someone
was hurting her?

I have to go.

Dave, someone murdered Charlotte
in cold blood.

If you know anything...

Look, all I know is that if someone
hurt her, it wasn't me, alright?

Will I live?

Well, it's nasty. But yes.

Did you see the spider?

No. I was backstage when I felt
something bite me.

And it was itchy for a while
and then it was worse today.

Right. Well, we'll keep an eye on it.

In the meantime I can give you some
calamine lotion for the itch.

You could give me
a tip about the murder.

Who told you it was murder?

It was obvious, as soon as you
called asking for these.

You know that photograph of yours...

..the one in the newspaper.

There was something hanging
from the ceiling, and I ...

Yes, look.

There.

Above the stage. What is that?

I don't know.

The police...the police checked
the area, obviously.

But I wonder,
did it occur to them to look up?

Should we have told Jean
you were leaving?

We won't be long.

Ahh.

Are you sure you should be
doing that?

I'm perfectly fine, Rose.

Yes, I can see that.
Ha!

Now...

There, you see?

This is where the girls were
standing when they were introduced.

Right.

And you see the string?
The, er...the cord?

What has this got to do with
Charlotte Worthington's murder?

Possibly nothing.

But it's better than
sitting at home.

Let's give that a good old yank, eh?

Who'd go to all this effort
to rig this up

and then forget to
put something in it?

Well, perhaps...
perhaps they ran out of time.

Or maybe they were caught out?

Or they changed their mind, or they
moved it, though I have no idea how.

Yes.

Perhaps...

Lucien!
(GROANS)

What are you doing?

Perhaps it moved itself.

Now, shouldn't you be at home?

Charlotte Worthington
was supposed to be

the last debutante out on stage.

So it was a practical joke.

A particularly unpleasant one.

This little chap

was only one of several I found
on the stage, and I think...

..I think it's fair to say
even the most sturdy of us

might have difficulty dealing with
a barrage of these hairy fellows

falling from above.

Now the string was taped
to a wall in the wings.

Only one person other than Miss Fox
was back there last night.

Sally Murphy.

Kim felt sorry that she didn't
get to do the Deb,

so she let her watch from the wings.

You do realise that she'll be
wanting something for this.

Just an exclusive, and by the way,
that is garden twine,

not string.

You should call Jean,
ask her where she buys hers.

You probably should have gone home.

Oh, in for a penny, in for a pound,
Charlie.

Don't come near me!
Alright!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You stay away!

Sally, what's going on?

Sorry.

Mrs Murphy.

What can I help you with, Officer?

Do you mind if we go inside?

Shouldn't you be in school, Sally?

Oh, forgive me.

I'm not letting her too far
out of my sight

until you find out whoever
killed poor Charlotte.

Did you know
Charlotte Worthington well?

Not well. I mean, I knew her mother.

But I don't need to know someone to
be saddened by what happened, do I?

Why were you
and Dave Reddan arguing?

No reason.

Sally had nothing to do with
what happened.

I'm afraid you can't know
that for certain.

Well, I can. I'm her mother.

So you were with her last night?

I...I was at the pictures.

Can anyone verify that?

Since Sally was at the deb,
I went by myself.

Psycho. I love Janet Leigh.

Anything else?

You couldn't have brought
her in without the mother?

She insisted on coming.

She's overprotective and, frankly,
not too keen on Dave Reddan.

It'd be worth checking her story
too.

Fair enough. Let's leave them
in there while we look into it.

Thanks for this.

I needed to get out
for a few minutes.

Me too.

Plus, I can't imagine meeting
a reporter on school grounds

would go down well with Worthington.

I'm just surprised he didn't close
the school, at least for the day.

He insisted on business as usual.

Even when his daughter dies,
he thinks kids need more discipline.

You get more from them
if you treat them as equals.

Have you suggested that?

Do you want to get me fired?

You know, I met your senior sergeant
at the school earlier.

He seems nice.

Oh, I'm sorry. Argh! Rotten timing.

Um, I forgot to tell you.

I found the contact
for your problem,

and if you need someone
to go with you...

Thank you, but it's alright.
Um, it was just a false alarm.

You must be so relieved.

You have no idea.

No, I...I do.

I remember Helen Murphy?
She got pregnant and married young.

I gather from what Jean was saying,
there's no longer a husband.

He died in the war.
Her family were dirt poor.

Cleaners, I think.

You don't mind
if I have a look through these?

As long as I get them back.

The theatre's confirmed

that Psycho was playing
at the same time as the deb.

I can send someone down
with a photo,

but the guy down there said it's
been a full house since it opened.

He might have remembered
her if she arrived late.

I asked.
No latecomers admitted, apparently.

Something to do with the director.

So let's focus on what we know.

Sally's responsible for this
business with the spiders.

Yes.

Alice.

Test on the items
from the Worthington house

were either negative
or inconclusive.

You were right about
the Chinese market.

One of them sold some of these
to a young woman a week ago.

They look very similar

to the pieces I found
in Charlotte's digestive tract.

Right, so we talk to Christine
and then Sally.

Righto.

We know about the restraints,
Christine.

The chilli,
the beating and the spiders.

You and Sally weren't
Charlotte's friends.

You tortured her.

Perhaps ultimately,
simply torturing her wasn't enough.

I didn't kill her.

Charlotte was stabbed through
the ear into her brain.

It's a very specific injury.

I'd say her killer would have
a pretty good understanding

of the human body.

You finished
top of your class in biology.

You were also the last girl
seen backstage at the deb.

It wasn't me.

Well, then, you must have seen
something or know something.

We're not trying to find out
who was passing notes

or smoking in the toilets,
Christine.

A girl is dead.

To be honest with you,

we're worried Charlotte won't be
the only victim.

You don't have to help us.
It's your choice.

You have no right to keep us
here so long.

You're free to leave any time
you like, Mrs Murphy.

Sally's 17.
She doesn't need a parent present.

No more lies, Sally.

You systematically hurt
and humiliated Charlotte

with the help of other schoolgirls.

Do you have any proof?

Interrupt this interview once more
and you'll be removed.

Christine told us everything.

How you thought Charlotte
was too big for her boots,

how you wanted to remind her
she was no better than anyone else,

how you liked hurting her,
humiliating her.

Christine even supplied the spiders
from the biology lab

for the prank.

That was your idea.

And then Dave left you.

Goodness, be enough to tip
anyone over the edge.

I wasn't jealous.

Angry, then.

I didn't kill Charlotte.

You had to watch the boy you loved
do the debutante ball

with a girl you hated.

No, look, Dave only pretended
to break up with me.

It was all a set-up to get her to
the deb so that we could...you know.

Why would I kill her?

I wanted to see her squirm
in front of everybody.

Oh!

Sally!

You let your own boyfriend
go out with Charlotte,

just to be cruel to her?

Then why aren't you and Dave
back together?

Because he's gone weird.

Weird how?

Before the deb,
it was like he was avoiding me.

We'd be supposed to meet
and he wouldn't show.

Then today he ended it for real.

That's why we were fighting.

You were found near Charlotte's body

when you should have
been on stage for the deb.

I felt guilty. I went to warn
her about the spiders.

Why?

Why change your mind
all of a sudden?

Dave, your father's a vet.

A human brain's not that much
different to any other animal's.

I didn't kill anyone.

I only went along with her plan

because Professor Worthington's
always on my case.

If I piss him off by being
with his daughter, good.

Well, why didn't you tell us
this before?

I knew how it would look.

So you broke up with Sally to
distance yourself, is that right?

I realised she was mean.

I should have done it ages ago,
but I was stupid.

Have you ever noticed how girls
are only nice to you

when they want something?

Even Charlotte?

She still used me
like the rest of them.

(SIGHS)

Ah. Ruptured stitches.

Lucien, I'm not your mother.
I'm not going to say no.

But sneaking away
so I don't scold you?

Is that how you expect
this marriage to work?

Jean, sometimes there
are things I have to do,

things I simply can't do from here.

Just don't lie to me,
that's all I ask.

You are who you are.

I know that, I accept it,
whatever the consequences.

I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.

Just remember,
I'm going to be your wife.

Let's get you a clean shirt
and some painkillers.

(QUIZ SHOW PLAYS ON TV)

Lucien, can I get you anything?

Mm? Oh, no, thank you, Jean.

I'm getting a slight headache
from high school algebra.

I was forced to learn it and I've
never used it again in my life.

Have you?

Oh, sorry, of course you have.

I hated algebra.

Believe it or not, there's a fun
algebraic equation

a teacher of mine taught me
many, many years ago.

I'll show you.
It might change your minds.

Jean, your pencil if I may?

No, no, no, it's really rather fun.

(CHUCKLES)
I'll show you.

Oh, that's interesting.

Oh, look at that.

"Tell everyone what I know."
What could that mean?

Charlotte was blackmailing someone?

Perhaps. But it does seem like
someone's promised to do something.

Dave Reddan?

He said Charlotte used him
like the others.

Maybe she just wanted him around to
stop the girls from victimising her.

Maybe.

Charlotte was obviously
writing something.

And using this exercise
book to lean on.

Charlie.
What is it?

"Kill children."

What, does she mean someone is
killing children?

She wants to kill children?

Lucien, no.

Well, hang on, let's think about
this rationally. Charlie.

There are no other young people, or
children, listed as dead or missing.

No. No-one we know about.

Her father did say
she was melodramatic.

Perhaps it's an exaggeration.

He also said she was planning
something for the ball.

That's why they argued, yes?

Yes.

I had no idea what she was up to.

She was angry with me.

She was constantly angry.

And on the night of the ball,
she made some comment

that she was going to make
everybody sit up and take notice.

What did you think she meant?

Honestly, I have no idea.
She could be...very...

Melodramatic.

Did you know Charlotte
was blackmailing someone?

Don't be ridiculous. Why would
I know something like that?

You don't have any idea who?

I would assume from what you've told
me, it was those girls.

We don't think Sally or Christine

are responsible
for Charlotte's murder.

Well, what about her injuries?

Yes, they admitted to...

..assaulting her.

What did they do to her, exactly?

Honestly, Professor, I don't think
that's going to help...

What did they do?

They taped her to a chair.

They physically forced her
to eat raw chilli,

and they beat her.

But the burns she did to herself.

Hmph.

I should have done something.

I...I should have realised
that it was more

than just looking for attention.

You knew.

Charlotte said in her note

that someone had promised
to make it stop.

The abuse, we assume.

When she came to you
and told you about the bullying...

..did you agree to do anything?

Can you think of anyone else who
had close contact with Charlotte?

The Reddan boy. Just him.

Do you think that he...?

Thank you for your time, Professor.

Yes, thank you.

Professor, Charlotte's perfume.

Would you mind getting it for us?

I can't seem to find it in evidence.
What?

Charlotte's perfume.
Her...her Lily Dew.

She didn't use perfume.

But then it appears I didn't really
know my daughter at all.

That's as good as it gets, Doc.

Right you are, Charlie.

Do you know, these things,
pens and pencils,

too wide, too thick.

I'm not sure we'll find
what we're looking for here.

(SHOUTS) Don't you lie to me, boy!
Let me go!

I know you did it!

You liar! You killed my daughter!

Don't you lie to me, boy!

Argh! Let go of me!

Don't you lie to me!
You're crazy!

Oi!
You killed her!

You killed her! You...

Drop it. Drop it.

You killed my daughter!

Move.

He killed my little girl.
Move.

You alright, son?

Yeah.

Now, it'll hurt for a few weeks

but I'm guessing you're
right-handed.

So I can do every class
except woodwork.

Woodwork, you say?
Is that your favourite?

Ahh. And what sort of things
do you make it woodwork?

Trays?

Letter holders?

Jewellery boxes?

Thanks for my hand.

You can't go around caning
students till they bleed.

Reddan's family could have you
up on assault charges.

Let 'em. It couldn't get any worse.

So you're not going to care about
anything else ever again, is that it?

Losing your family, Robert,

it's enough to make any man
shut himself off from the world.

But it makes for a very...very
lonely life, believe me.

I hope you find peace, Robert.
I really do.

Blaming everyone else
won't stop the guilt.

You were her father.

He's out of control.

Well, why not file a report with
the Education Department?

I don't want to be seen as someone
who can't work within the system.

I mean,
you know what it's like, Rose.

We're stuck in the same boat.

If Worthington could be
shamed into resigning,

we might get a more progressive
principal.

I just...the man lost his daughter.

Come on!
You're developing a conscience?

I'd like to think I already had one.

You know it's a great story.

It is. You're right.

I'm guessing you don't want
to be named.

You're the best.

I owe you dinner.

I was going to ask you,
about Charlotte and the other girls,

some of them were...

Well, they were hurting her.

I'm sure it wasn't as
bad as she made out.

So you knew about it?

Oh, Charlotte told everyone
she was being picked on.

But to be honest
I didn't think it was that bad.

I spoke to some of the other girls.
They said it was nothing.

A little harmless fun.

According to the police report,
her bruises are very real.

I...I didn't realise.

So you brushed her off?

Charlotte was going to be a target
no matter what I did.

She wasn't very easy to like.

I mean, you know - there's always
that one girl who doesn't fit in,

and tries too hard.

Just rubs people up the wrong way.
(CHUCKLES) Right?

Yeah. In my class, that was me.

Charlotte's dead,
her father's a broken mess

and those girls are getting away
with what they did.

We forget how cruel children
can be.

The police are no closer to
an arrest?

No. We're failing that poor girl,
just like everyone else has.

I just needed to talk to someone.
I'm so angry.

I should get back to work.

I am glad you're on the mend.
Ah, thank you, Rose.

Oh, that perfume. Lily Dew.

I don't recall you
ever wearing that.

I've never worn it before
in my life.

Miss Fox.

Charlie.

This is Dr Blake.

Lucien, please,
since we're being informal.

How can I help you both?

Is there anything
you'd like to tell me

about your relationship
with Dave Reddan?

He's one of my students.

I believe he's much more than that.

Am I right?

His mother told me
he'd lost interest in Sally Murphy.

But it wasn't because of
Charlotte Worthington, was it?

It was because of you.

Come on, Miss Fox.
He's going to tell us.

Dave's turned 18. He's mature.

He knows how he feels,
what he wants.

Yes. Yes, very mature.

Pretending to be Charlotte's
boyfriend

so she could be humiliated
at the ball.

If it makes a difference,
I ended it.

Yes, I suspected you had.

Dave seemed angry at all the girls

he felt wanted something from him.

Symptom of a broken heart, perhaps.

Are you going to tell
the Education Department?

Oh, goodness me!

The least of your worries right now.

Your perfume, Lily Dew.

We found it on Charlotte's dress.

What...what's that got
to do with anything?

Dave was the one good thing
Charlotte had in her life.

She didn't know it was all a lie.

Maybe she found out about you,
threatened to go to her father.

Charlotte had no idea
about me and Dave.

She was upset about arguing
with her father, so I hugged her.

That's all.
Right.

Well, we can continue
this down at the station.

Dave Reddan's waiting there for you.

You can both expect
charges of assault.

But Charlotte's dead.

Doesn't change what you did to her.

This way.

She's admitted to the affair
but is adamant she didn't kill her.

Let's hope she gives us a confession
or a murder weapon.

Yes.

Boss, we have a situation.

We got a call about a bloke acting
strangely on the suspension bridge.

Description matches Worthington.

I was pretty hard on him, Doc.

Stay here.

Mind if I join you?

I'm only here until
I finish this bottle.

We know you didn't kill Charlotte.

That's my daughter.

I was supposed to protect her.

I failed.

Can you make sure
they use this at the funeral?

You could make sure of it yourself.

You know, I opted for a slightly
different approach

when I thought I'd lost my wife
and daughter.

It was wartime.

I volunteered for every
dangerous assignment going.

I survived, so I tried
drinking myself to death.

Turns out I was a hell of a drinker.

It didn't kill me but, by God,
I gave it my best shot.

It took a long, long time to be...

..to be glad I didn't do what
I wanted to do back then.

But I am glad, Robert.

I'm so very glad.

It is possible to find a life again.

I know.

But you have to want it.

You might want to hang onto...

Robert, when was this taken?

It was at the ball.

But when exactly, and where?

There was
a photographer at the front door.

He took the girls' photos
before they went backstage.

(DOOR BELL JINGLES)

I saw Psycho the other day too.
Tremendous fun.

Flowers for Mrs Beazley?

Oh, please.
Yes, that would be wonderful.

You know, I was convinced the mother
would kill Norman,

in the film.

I knew he'd escape.

You know, the old hospital
registrar remembers you.

Following your father
around at work.

In fact, he said you could have had
a career in medicine.

Perhaps...perhaps even surgery.

If you hadn't been the cleaner's
daughter - his words, not mine.

Well, we can't all hang on
to finish school.

Some of us have to work.

This isn't a bad life.

No. Oh, I suppose.
And you're very good at what you do.

You made this, didn't you?

It's very lovely.

And very deadly,
if you have the know-how.

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do, Helen.

You knew Martha Worthington,
Charlotte's mother.

You knew about her stroke.

Devilishly clever plan,

to make it look like Charlotte
died the same way her mother had.

Offered to place this on her.

It allows you to angle her head
perfectly.

And you simply
take this wire...

..and force it into her ear.

And then remove it,
place it back

and simply fasten this to her hair.

After she's dead, of course.

So you think I killed this girl
because...

..because she went out
with my daughter's ex-boyfriend?

(LAUGHS) Is...is this a joke?

We found this rubbing of a note
that Charlotte wrote.

"Tell...everyone what..."

Was this note addressed to me?

Well, no.

No.

I may not be educated
but I know you can't go around

accusing people of murder
with no proof.

It's time for me to close up.

I hope Mrs Beazley
enjoys her flowers.

Well, that went well.
Didn't it just?

I'm sorry, Charlie, I'm making
a right hash of things today.

Perhaps I should have stayed in bed.

Sorry to make you wait so long.

A few loose ends we had to tie up.

When did Charlotte find out, Helen?

Find out what?
That you weren't just a florist.

That you had another business
on the side.

One with a clientele

with exclusively young women.

Yes.

You were helping them
with their unfortunate situations.

Charlotte knew,
because Dave Reddan told her.

I just spoke with him.
He's confirmed it.

You always wanted to be a doctor

or a surgeon.

Oh, please.

We know Charlotte had a torturous
relationship with your daughter

and her friend, Christine Prior.

Charlotte couldn't go to her
father for help.

My guess is she came to you,

hoping you could make it all stop.

And if it didn't, well,

she knew what you were doing
in that backstreet surgery of yours.

Kim Fox said the girls

had stopped being quite so cruel
to Charlotte recently.

Kim Fox? I don't believe a word
that tramp has to say.

Charlotte's autopsy revealed that the

torture had in act resumed...

..fairly recently.

She wrote you a note.

"You promised to get them to stop.

"Now I'm going to tell
everyone what I know."

Everyone.

And what better way to tell everyone

than in a public forum
like a debutante ball.

She was already composing
what she was going to say,

how she was going to tell everyone
about what you do.

If people found out the truth

about what you'd been doing,

then you'd go to prison.

Perhaps even worse than that,

Sally's reputation
could be ruined forever.

I...I...I told
you, I...I went to the...

You went to the cinema, yes.
Yes, you did.

Strange that you got
the ending of the film wrong

when we spoke about it.

You were at the ball.

You...

..brought the floral
headpiece with you,

telling Charlotte it was a gift,
a peace offering, if you will.

I've seen the photograph
taken when she arrived.

She didn't have this in her hair,
not yet.

It was the perfect way to get her
to sit still for a moment,

allowing you to get nice and close.

You didn't know for certain whether
she'd reveal your secret or not,

but you couldn't risk it,
so you carried out your plan

thinking no-one would be the wiser.

And if Charlotte hadn't
been bruised and beaten,

if she hadn't been scarred
from all the bullying she'd received,

you may well have been right.

Perhaps it wouldn't have been
investigated any further.

You don't have a shred of proof.
Check the headpiece.

I'm betting you'll find nothing.

Yeah, you're...you're quite right.

We didn't find a damn thing,
did we, Charlie? No blood.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
No fluid from the ear canal.

No partial fingerprints.

Because you wiped it clean, Helen.

On one of your aprons.

She was 17 years old.

Yes, and so is my daughter.

I know why I do what I do.
To help people.

To help young women who have
nowhere else to turn,

who have their whole
lives ahead of them.

Like Charlotte Worthington?

One life for many, Dr Blake.
Tell me that's wrong.

But this wasn't about many lives,
Helen.

It was about two -

yours and Sally's.

Do you think it helps Worthington,
to know why it happened?

Oh, I'd like to think so.

I know only too well the dark
place he's gone to.

Here's hoping he finds
his way back, eh?

Yes, indeed.

Jean...

..I've made things
ever so difficult for you.

But I want you to know...

I want you to know I'm trying
to make things better.

Lucien, you do make things better.

We'll find our way through.

We'll find a way to finalise
your divorce

and we'll start living our lives
together properly.

Whatever decision we end up making,

at least we will have made it
together.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Right.

Ready?
Ready.

Here we are.

Thank you.