All language subtitles for The.Doctor.Blake.Mysteries.S05E08.1080p.WEBRip_track3_[eng]

(GASPS)

You alright?

Yes.

Sorry. I was being silly.

I'm meeting someone. My boyfriend.

Should be here any minute.

A lot can happen in a minute.

You should be more careful.

Hey!

You bothering my girlfriend?

Sir.

Constable Simmons.

Yes, sir.

Didn't expect to see you here, sir.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Hey, it's OK. Come on,
pictures start in 15 minutes.

I don't understand why we're here.

It's a surprise.

I won't be long.

Can I come in with you?

No, I'll get in trouble.
But I promise it'll be worth it.

I'll be right back.

Ned! (RATTLES DOORKNOB)
Are you there?

Hello?

What is that?

Oh, hell.

Ned.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Ned!

Alright. Let's get to work.

I just got back
from Melbourne tonight.

Charlie called me in
when he found him.

He knocked off at 6:00,
so why did he come back?

I don't know.

I should have been here.

Where were you?

I was called out.

There was a disturbance
at the Royal Oak.

Turned out it was a prank call.

I was only gone for an hour.

You two, go and doorknock.

See if anyone noticed anything
unusual earlier tonight.

(SIGHS)

I have to tell his family.

I'm sorry.

Traces of lipstick on the cheek.

Yes.

And what's that?
Mm?

What have you found?

Oh, yes.

Some kind of abrasion.

Fabric burn?

Is that an imprint from the seam?

Anyhow...spinal cord severed
between C1 and C2 vertebra.

I think they've probably grabbed him
around the jaw.

Which would explain this abrasion.

Someone knew what they were doing.

Yes.

Morning, Mr Tyneman.

Have you charged him yet?

Your police surgeon assaulted me!

Yes, I know
who you're talking about.

Then?
No.

Why?

Because one of my men
was murdered last night.

Oh, put the bloody notebook away!

Are there persons of interest
in this murder?

I'm going to have to ask you
to leave.

The people have a right to know.

No, you mean
you have a right to know.

Now get out of my station!

I'm not sure you need any more
bad publicity, Chief Superintendent.

Time to leave, Mr Tyneman.

Oh...I'm very sorry for your loss.

The attacker wore gloves.

I'm guessing you haven't found
any fingerprints.

They broke his neck.

Yes, they did.

Interview room.
I'll be with you in a moment.

Is that...?
Ned's girlfriend.

Goodness me.

You know, Matthew, the sort of injury
we're talking about

would have required...

..considerable force.

You do know that you're
not sitting in on this?

Why not?

Because you stumbled in here
drunk as a lord

after everyone read about your
drinking problems in the papers,

you insulted me and my men and then
you went out and punched a civilian.

Oh, he...
Don't push me, Lucien.

Not today.

The front door was locked,
so I waited. For ages.

How long? 10 minutes? Half an hour?

Half an hour, maybe.

You'd just been to the pictures.

Why did Ned bring you back to
the station?

I don't know.

Did you hear anything? See anyone?

No.

So you got tired of waiting
and left.

Is that right?

Amy?

Did you walk home?

I got a lift.

Who from?

I don't know his name.

Well, how did he know
you needed a lift?

He drove past.

We'd like to talk to him.

I don't know where he is.

Are you alright?

Are you?

I saw the news and...
I thought that...

What happened?

I don't work for the paper anymore,
if that's what you're worried about.

No, I know that. It's just...

One of our men is dead.

I should have been here.

I'm sorry.

I am.

It's really terrible and I'm just...

I'll go. You must be frantic.

HOBART: What would they want
with these files?

I don't know, Bill. Perhaps
they were looking for something.

Nothing standing out so far.

Sir.
Your Chief Superintendent.

Tell him I want to see him.

He's in a meeting right now.
I'm sorry.

Then get him out!

Well, he won't be much longer.
Why don't you wait...

William.

William!

Munro!

How are you even allowed
back into that station?

Everyone knows what you are.

Really? And what's that?

A drunk...with no regard for rules,

no respect for authority.

What are you doing here?

Tell your Chief Superintendent
I'll talk to him.

Fine, I'll tell him that.

And when he's finished dealing with

the murder of one of his own men,
who knows?

Perhaps he'll speak...
I saw him.

Simmons.

Last night.

He was with some young thing.
They were being followed.

You'd better come back inside.

I don't have to do anything you say.

No, you don't.

But an officer is dead.

Then God help him
if you're on the case.

He said he saw Ned last night.

What are you thinking, Doc?

Oh, it's just...the timing of it all.

Munro back in town...

You're not saying he attacked Ned?

I don't know.

When was Ned going to front
the corruption inquiry?

Uh...next week.

When Ned worked at St Kilda,

this dodgy bloke would show up with
a brown paper bag full of cash

every couple of weeks.

Yeah, yeah -
a bloke named Walter Gregan.

Munro was senior officer at the time
and now he's on suspension,

pending the outcome of the inquiry.

Go and find Munro and have a chat.

Will do, boss.

You're sending him out
with no backup?

I'll behave.

Mm. You'd better.

Charlie?

Let me do the talking.
Yes.

Mr Munro.

Why is he here?

You told the doctor
that Ned's girlfriend

was being followed yesterday.

What'd you see?

Simmons and his girl.

There was a man following her.

I stepped in and he left.

Any idea who?

(CLEARS THROAT) Walter Gregan.

As I'm sure you both know,

Simmons was fronting the inquiry
with evidence about Gregan.

Now he's dead.

Ned's evidence may also have
implicated you, William.

This an official interview?

Is there anything else
you can tell us?

He was driving a Falcon. Light grey.

He has priors for break and enter,
possession of firearms,

threats to gain advantage.

Right. Well, thank you.

So what do you have so far?

You're not going to tell me
because I'm not on active duty?

Thanks for your time.

WOMAN: Oh, Sergeant?

Mrs Bentley.

You can call me Billie.

And how long
can we expect to be enjoying

the company
of our good mate in there?

Is there a problem?

It's causing some friction.

Copper takes up residence
at the end of the bar.

It's upsetting my regulars.

Well, he's not a serving policeman
anymore, so...

Mm...in my experience,
that doesn't make much difference.

There's not much we can do,
I'm afraid.

Well, I suggest
that you think of something

before someone takes matters
into their own hands.

Mrs Bentley, he's having
a drink in a public place.

And yesterday, he asked my barman
if he could find him a gun.

Excuse me.

Thought so.

Thank you, Charlie.

I heard his family left him.

Is that right?
Mm.

You think he blames us?

I think he blames me.

I cannot believe
they kept him on the force.

Friends in high places, obviously.

Charlie, that woman, Mrs Bentley.

You trust her?

No. This is where
I was called out to last night.

Ah, the infamous prank call.
Mm.

It does happen, I suppose.

According to Munro, the man trailing
Ned was Walter Gregan,

the same bloke he was giving
evidence against. Over.

Right, we'll get onto it.

What does Munro need a gun for?
Over.

No idea, boss.

We'll call by the gun shops, then
head back to the station. Out.

Hello, Patrick.
Jean.

Have you got a moment?

Of course.

I just want you to know that, uh...

..none of that appalling article
came from me.

I know. It's alright, Patrick.
No, no, no.

My son named you in that article.
It's not alright.

And I've also heard what's been
happening at the church.

Well, I've put Father Emery
in rather a difficult position.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

No, it's canon law.

Look, Jean, I...I don't want to
sound like the voice of doom,

but you do know...
I mean, you understand

there'll be more articles,
more gossip.

There will be more.

From your son? Your newspaper?

(SIGHS) My son...

..continues to be
a huge disappointment.

(SIGHS)

I didn't come here for sympathy.
I know that, Patrick.

Thanks for the tea.

Tell Lucien that, uh, I successfully
managed to avoid his company.

(LAUGHS)

And again,
please accept my apologies.

LAWSON: What about Munro?

He made himself scarce
after we talked to him.

And nothing from the gun shops.

Stott hasn't seen him and the
Gun Emporium's closed down, so...

If he's serious about getting a gun,
he'll find one.

And, Matthew,
do you think all this business,

turning the place upside down,
was done to confuse us?

Confuse us how?

Well, to make it seem like it
was about something in the files

when it's not.

Boss, we've found Gregan.

Right. He's dangerous,
possibly armed.

Boss, look at this.

And there's a weapon missing.
Your gun, boss.

Bloody hell.
Be prepared for anything.

Hey! Back inside!

Mr Gregan, this is the police!
Open the door, please!

Police!
Open the door, Mr Gregan, now!

Police! Don't move!

Morning, boys.

Big entrance.

Hands where I cam see them,
Mr Gregan.

You worried
I'm holding a loaded weapon?

I'm flattered.

Hands. Now!

Out of bed. Slowly.

If you insist.

Not really anywhere to hide a gun,
is there?

Ned Simmons...

He witnessed you offering
cash bribes to senior officers

at St Kilda police station.

Never heard of him.

He was also Amy Kingham's boyfriend.

Who?

The woman you followed.

Don't know her.

AMY: Walter's just a friend.

Your boyfriend.

No! He used to be. It's...just...

What?

Nothing.

Was he the friend
who picked you up last night

when you were waiting
outside the station?

Does the name William Munro
mean anything to you?

Maybe.

Hard to say.

He was also at St Kilda when you
were handing out cash bribes.

Anyone see me?

(GASPS) Oh, that Simmons bloke.

That Simmons bloke was going to
give evidence against you.

Like I said, I've never heard of him.

Well, he'd heard of you.

Maybe Amy whispered my name
in her sleep.

I just want to go home.

No.

Why not?

Because your boyfriend
is in the interview room

answering questions
about whether or not...

Walter is not my boyfriend!
..he killed one of my colleagues!

So no! You don't get to go home.

Did Walter Gregan
ever mention Ned's name to you?

I'm sorry.

What does that mean, Amy?

I'd like my car keys returned
and I'd like to leave now.

Your car has been impounded
until further notice.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that you're
a suspect in a murder investigation,

and we're entitled
to search your vehicle.

I'm bored now.

Anything else you want to say,
you can talk to my solicitor.

Good.

You can make that call
on the way to the cells.

(GRUNTS)

Please, I just want to go home.

Take her through, Davis.

Charlie. Matthew.

Miss Kingham, tell me,

how was Ned when he left you
outside the station?

How did he seem to you?

WALTER: Amy.

What's going on?

He was happy.

Yes. Yes, I'm sure he was.

Because he was going to
give you this.

He loved you, didn't he?

Oh, no. They're playing you, baby.
Don't let 'em do it.

He was going to ask you
to marry him.

Amy, don't.

I loved him.

I loved him.

But Walter wouldn't leave me alone.

He kept at me and at me,

followed me around in his car,

asking about Ned,
saying he wanted me back.

Amy, shut your mouth!
Get him out of here!

He said he'd hurt Ned if I didn't
get him to lie about the bribes.

Hey!
Bill! Bloody hell.

Bill.

LAWSON: (OVER RADIO) Be advised
that the suspect, Walter Gregan,

is still at large.

Officers are to use any force
necessary to apprehend. Over.

How's Bill?

Well, he insists he's fine,
of course,

but I tell you,
it was a hell of a knock.

What about the girl?

The girl, yes. Well...

..she's rather shaken and very sorry.

So she should be.

Anyhow, it makes no sense to me
that someone like Gregan,

with all his contacts, would break
into a police station to steal a gun

when he could get one anywhere.

Look, someone made
that emergency call.

They knew the station
would be unmanned.

However, they had no way of knowing

that Ned would come back
for that engagement ring.

I think...

..I think they came for the gun.

And Ned stumbled across the intruder
and was killed.

Yes. Now, William Munro
was looking for a gun...

(PHONE RINGS)
Hear me out.

He knows police procedure...

Chief Superintendent Lawson.

Yes, sir.

Matthew, what's going on?

We don't have to do
this in front of everyone else.

Do what?

As officer in charge of this
station, I'm obliged to inform you

that your position as police surgeon
has been terminated

and I'm to notify you
as to the reasons.

Drinking while on duty, endangering
yourself and your colleagues...

It's alright, Matthew.

..coupled with
your public notoriety...

..has meant that it's cast a very
unfavourable light on the force

and made your job untenable.

Do you understand?

Please answer yes or no.

Yes.

You have anything else to say?

They didn't leave you any option,
did they?

You didn't leave them any option,
Lucien.

Hello.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My fault.

Oh, Superintendent Munro.

I'm Jean Beazley.
I worked for Dr Lucien Blake.

Yes. The housekeeper.

Well, we're engaged now, actually.

Well, I suppose
that I should say congratulations.

Thank you.

But I am sorry to say that I foresee
a difficult future for you.

Good day, Mrs Beazley.

Good to see you, Cec, as always.
And you, sir.

Shall I get your usual, sir?
Thank you, yes.

And whatever Mr Munro's having.

Of course, sir.

And, Cec, in case I forget...

..have a very merry Christmas,
won't you, my dear friend?

Oh, thank you, sir, I will.
Thank you.

Hello, William.

Please, I'm not here for an argument.

Why are you here, then?

Accuse me of killing Simmons?

I know how you think.

Well, then.

Take me through the evidence.

Alright.

You were the last person
to see Ned Simmons alive,

apart from his girlfriend.

Circumstantial. You know that.

Well, you could have followed him
to the station.

Perhaps even arrived there
before him.

What's my motive?

The evidence he was about to give
at the inquiry

was going to reflect badly on you.

Fingerprints?
No.

Whoever killed him took certain
measures to avoid detection.

Any fool who reads novels
knows to wear gloves.

Stole a particular item,
suggesting inside knowledge.

Now, did you ever hand in
your station keys?

A good detective
shouldn't ask a question

he doesn't know the answer to.

Cec, thank you.
Sir.

Did you?

No.

What do you need a gun for, William?

This is a dangerous town.

Haven't you noticed?

Why did you come back here, William?

Well, I could say
it was for redemptive purposes.

Or perhaps it was simply

that I read the article about you
in the newspaper

and wanted to witness
your fall from grace.

After my own,
I find them quite fascinating.

No.

No, no, that...
that doesn't sound like you.

I know we had our differences,
William.

But we both know
I was only ever doing my job.

Well, that's not entirely true,
though, is it?

Your job is to inspect crime scenes,
perform autopsies,

fill out death certificates.

That's it.

But, William, I need...
You do what you do...

..because you have to.

Believe it or not,
I understand that.

We're two sides of the same coin,
Blake.

Why are you here, William?

Because I've become expendable.

That offends my sense of justice.

Blake, get down!

Oh, William!

William!

Dear God. Oh...

Now, you listen to me.

Listen, you're going to be fine,
alright? You're going to be fine.

The truth, Blake.

You hang on.

Someone call an ambulance,
for God's sake!

(GROANS)

You're not going anywhere,
do you understand me?

You're not going anywhere.

You saved my life.

It's...it's my job.

William, hold on.

William, you stay with me,
do you understand?

William!

Munro's family,
anyone spoken with them?

The driver.
We're onto it.

Munro was killed outside The Royal
Oak. Perhaps there's a connection.

Charlie being there
the night Ned was killed.

It's looking like Gregan's
our best bet.

Matthew, the autopsy. I...

Given that I've sacked you, there's
no way that you can officiate.

I will assist Dr Harvey.

The paperwork will reflect

that there were just the two of us
in there.

Of course.

You can observe.

Single bullet wound to the chest.
No exit wound.

There's no need to watch

if you find this distressing,
Chief Superintendent.

I'm not squeamish.

Got you.

Could that have come from
a service revolver?

It most certainly could have, yes.

Dr Harvey?

It's consistent with
a .32 calibre handgun, yes.

I'm afraid I never cared for him
very much.

No. But he saved my life.

Why was William Munro
going back to your pub?

Perhaps he liked the beer.

He did spend quite
a bit of time there.

He died there too.

Are you aware of any threats
against him? Anyone he met with?

He had words with a few people.

He was asking about
that dead boy of yours.

Was Walter Gregan one of them?

Who? I wouldn't know.

Did he meet with Walter Gregan?

I answered your question.

You didn't like Mr Munro, did you?

Well, he was a copper.

Who shut you down
for licence violations

when he was in charge here.

You were running girls
out of your establishment.

That's all water under the bridge,
Matthew.

Two nights ago,
I was called out to your pub.

And my husband told you
it wasn't us who called for you.

But it got him out of the station.

And where were you?

In bed.

Can anyone vouch for that?

Moving on.

Ned Simmons.

And?

Well, I talked to his mother.

Apparently
you loaned him some money.

For an engagement ring. Romantic.

Not very,
when you raised the interest rate

and threatened him for repayments.

He was late paying you back,
wasn't he?

You have lost two colleagues,
Matthew, and I am sorry.

But if you don't want to charge me,
then I might get back to work.

And a lift would be appreciated.

This'll be close enough,
thanks, Sergeant.

You got a girlfriend, love?

There's a couple of nice girls
in at the bar if you're keen.

When Mr Munro was asking about
that dead boy of yours,

you might like to know he was writing
things down in his little notebook.

So why are you telling me this now?

Because I'm doing you a favour.

And favours are a nice thing
to do for people.

Don't you think?

So did Mr Munro
meet with Walter Gregan, then?

I have a weakness for a pretty face.

But pretty faces don't last.

If I start dobbing on all my patrons
to the coppers,

well, who's going to trust me then?

Thanks for the ride.

Munro was asking questions
about Ned.

Also apparently he was writing
things down in a notebook. Over.

Well, head to the morgue
and see if you can find it. Over.

Will do.
Any luck locating Gregan? Over.

No, nothing yet. Out.

Good morning, Jean.
Oh. Father.

I must say, the flowers
are absolutely beautiful this year.

Oh, so glad you've noticed.

I always do.

Father, I'm leaving.

You should seriously reconsider.

This is not a decision
to take lightly.

I can assure you, I have not taken
this decision lightly.

But this is your church, Jean.

Yes. I was baptised here.

I was married here.

My two sons were baptised here.

But it won't see me married again,
will it?

No.

Then it's not my church anymore.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Jean.

(PHONE RINGS)

Ballarat Police Station,
Chief Superintendent Lawson.

Well, no...

Look, no, no,
that's not a good idea, no.

Sergeant, arm up. Get me a weapon.

No, listen, just leave it with us.
We're on our way.

Hello?

Hello?

Get the car.

Move it!

Hey. I knew you'd come back, baby.

I didn't come back for you.

Get down!

That was a stupid thing to do.

You could have got yourself killed.

I did it for Ned.

(GRUNTS)

Amy!

(GROANS)

ROSE: It's not shorthand.

It's as if Munro
has his own kind of code.

There's nothing here
you can decipher?

Only what you can.
Dates, numbers.

(SIGHS) Right.

Well, the letter G...

..I'm thinking is Gregan.

But, look, toward the end,
it's all B.

B, B, B, B, B. It's all Bs.

Which makes me think,

given that Munro spent
so much time at the Royal Oaks,

B is for Mrs Bentley,
the publican, hmm?

Hm. What about these numbers here?

41-49, 40-60.

Are they odds of some description?

Neither of them have a history
of gambling, as far as I know.

(PHONE RINGS)
Let me just get that, Rose.

Yes. Dr Lucien...

Matthew. No, I'm here. I'm just...
I found Munro's...

Is he alright?

Where?

Yes, of course I will.

No, no, no, no, you go.

We'll speak later.

Rose, it's Charlie. He's alright.

He's been injured.

Someone attacked him at the morgue.

What? How?

I don't know.

He's safe, that's the main thing.

Someone is attacking police.
Someone with a grudge.

Someone who blames them
for something.

But why didn't they kill him
when they had the chance?

And why would they assume
he would be at the morgue?

Now, whoever this is,

they're managing to stay
one step ahead of us.

They're listening in
to the police radio.

Uh, may I...um... These numbers.

41-49 - let's say 1941, 1949,

and 40-60, let's say 1940 and '60.

That's...that's eight years.

20 years.

Eight years, 20 years. B.

It's not the police
they have a grudge against, it's me.

JEAN: He's a good man, Christopher.

He's a bit...

..well, he's complicated,
but he's a very good man.

You'd like him.

Well, maybe you wouldn't like him,
but you'd understand him.

I loved you so much.

And I'm sorry if you ever thought
that you weren't enough for me.

You actually meant everything to me.

But I have to start to
live my life again.

Mrs Beazley.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Jean!

Blake.

Finally!

I was beginning to question
how clever you really are.

Jean and I were just
visiting my daughters here.

Mr Baker...

Norman, please, let her go.

Everything's going to be alright.

Yes.

That's what you tell people,
don't you?

It's... What is it?
It's...bedside manner.

But not this time.

Norman, I understand your distress.

No, Doctor...you really don't.

You go. You go.

Don't move!

You tell her.

Tell her how nobody cared
about the truth

when that drunk
killed my daughter Jessie.

But, oh, with Anna,

well, that was a different story.

Your man here.

So proud to be
the smartest person in the room.

Doesn't care whose life he ruins.

Putting a grieving young girl
in jail.

Norman, I've been thinking a lot
about what you said...

It's too late!

When Anna died...

..I came here to kill you.

And it seemed like
somebody had beaten me to it.

It was you.

I saw you die.

And I thought, "Finally.

"Finally I can move on."

And then you walked into my store
and I knew what I had to do.

You broke into the police station.

Well, there was a certain
poetic justice

about killing you
with a police weapon.

Norman, two innocent men
have already lost...

Two innocent girls!

My daughters. Gone.

I've lost everything.
I've lost everyone...

Have you finished
with your self-pity?

Jean, don't.

What about that poor boy's mother?

Did she deserve to lose her son?

Did he deserve to die?

Jean, please.
Hey!

Don't move.

Or I swear I'll shoot her.

Shoot me, then!

For God's sake, Jean!

What about your daughters?
Did they deserve to die?

Of course they didn't.

And Lucien doesn't either.

But if you take him
then I've got nothing left,

so you might as well
just shoot me first.

Gun down, Mr Baker.

No!
Norman, no! Please!

You're right.
You're absolutely right.

I hurt people and I don't realise it
till the damage is done.

I race off blindly, leaving...

..leaving an almighty mess behind me.

Norman, your daughter.

Your beautiful daughter.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Please, Norman.

Blake, would you mind?

Let's go, Norman.

You mean it was all a mistake? That
man just didn't know he'd be here?

Yes. Mrs Simmons, Miss Kingham,
you have our deepest sympathies.

And if there's any you may need,
you let us know.

Ned was family here.

Come on, love. Let's get you home.

You too, Charlie.

No, I'm fine, boss.

Why is he still here?

Not now, Mr Tyneman.

I want him charged now!

Or my paper will start running
articles about the corruption

and incompetence here

until you all lose your jobs.

Or perhaps I charge you

with threatening behaviour
and attempted blackmail.

And, Edward...

..if you come after any of my
friends again, I promise you,

I will knock your bloody lights out.

Now get out of here.

Well, I'll be writing about this
in the paper tomorrow.

TYNEMAN: No, you won't.

You'll be packing your bags
and leaving.

You're done here.

What? You can't make me do that.

Go now and I'll pay you a monthly
wage to start your life over again.

Stay, you're on your own.

Your notice.

You can tell Miss Anderson
her job's waiting for her,

if she still wants it.

Patrick...

Merry Christmas, gentlemen.

Lunch is almost ready.

Make yourself useful, Charlie.
Start picking up all this.

Give it a rest, Uncle Matthew.

Charlie.

For you, apparently.

Oh.

That's my dad.

A friend found it
in the news archives in Collingwood.

It's nothing.

Thanks. I like it.

Doc, you don't mind
if I propose a toast, do you?

Oh please, Bill. By all means.

To absent friends.

And to those we've lost.

To Ned.

ALL: To Ned.

And to William Munro.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Everybody, come and take a seat.

Ahh!
Rose, thank you.

Come on through, you lot.
Thank you.

Charlie.

Lucien. These are so beautiful.

You are beautiful.

I've got one more thing for you.

Oh, Jean, you didn't need to...
No no, it's only small.

Honestly, you spoil me.

I thought perhaps
we should choose a date,

and maybe start inviting people.

This is the best Christmas present
ever.

You know I snore.

For better or for worse, Lucien.

Right, you lot. Who's carving?