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Hi, Oriel.

Beautiful painting.

Nurse Ashby!

Hi, Jimmy.

David.

David.

David, it's time to take your medicine.

I don't want them.

No, David.

That's enough.

I don't want them from you.

David, Dr. Laine said you must take them.

David, take it--

It's all right, Jimmy.

Please, David, would you just take--

I'm sure this isn't really quite what you had in mind

when you suggested professional development.

I can't just turn and run the first time it gets difficult.

Evening.

You might want to watch your shoes.

Do you have a name?

Violet Ashby, 23 years old.

Nurse on duty.

Before dinner, she had an altercation with one

of the patients, a David Hoyle.

During dinner, he came back to the bathroom

and he attacked her.

Looks like the knife was taken from the kitchen.

Miss O'Brien.

Hey.

Having a quiet night out at the old nuthouse, are you?

Oh, sorry.

No, I didn't mean--

sorry.

Parks.

Oh, sir.

Death knock, sir.

Yeah.

Her father lives out in Wendouree.

Wendouree?

Don't you usually handle this sort of thing?

Not tonight.

I could drive him, sir.

The doctor's helping me with my professional development.

Perhaps, this falls into that category.

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure the superintendent can drop me home.

We might be here for a while.

All right.

Just do it properly.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Winters.

Superintendent.

My police surgeon, Dr. Lucien Blake.

I had the greatest respect for your father.

Dr. Blake was wanting to know a few things

about the attacker.

David came to us two years ago, a catatonic.

He's made great progress in the last few months.

Good.

Has he ever displayed violent behavior before?

He attacked his mother.

She had him committed.

Is there anything else I can help you with.

No, I don't think so.

You should get those cuts on your hands seen to though.

And by the way, any chance I might

be able to speak with David?

You'll have to talk to Dr. Laine.

He was frantic when we found him.

ECT was the kindest thing we could do for him.

Electroconvulsive therapy.

Well, it has a bad name, but it

can be very effective depending on the voltage and frequency.

And when will he be able to talk.

He'll be awake in an hour or two.

But it will be 12 hours or so before he's fully alert.

You have secure rooms here, don't you, doctor?

We do.

And we could continue treatment here until the courts

need him, of course.

Right.

Well, as your police surgeon, I recommend

you stay here, save your rostering

on a man for suicide watch.

I mean, up to you, of course.

It's all yours.

Thank you, doctor.

That was an act of kindness.

Lucien.

Kenneth Laine.

After you.

Thank you.

It's so cold in here.

Yes.

Have you seen ECT before, Lucien?

Not in a medical setting, no.

What other setting is there?

Well, you see a lot of things during wartime, Kenneth.

We have no idea how shooting electrical impulses

through the brain can help these poor souls, but it does.

And one day, I want to know why.

You're interested in research, eh?

Oh, very.

I understand he attacked Miss Ashby earlier in the afternoon.

Do you know why?

Well, David has always had trouble with female authority.

David was committed after threatening his mother.

Yeah.

Female authority issues.

She had ambitions for him to be a classical pianist.

I believe the pressure was too much for him.

The question is, how did he get his hands on that knife

in the first place?

I don't know.

Kitchen reported it missing a couple days ago.

He's left the light on for her.

The boss usually does this.

You've never done this before, have you?

No, I have.

I have.

I just-- I hate it.

That's all.

Do you want me to come with you?

I knew you'd forget your keys.

Here we go.

Yes?

Excuse me, sir.

Sorry to disturb you.

Is this the home of Violet Ashby?

Put that hat on, Constable.

Sorry, sir.

Hat on.

You're going to do this, do it properly.

I used to be in the force.

I know the rules.

Yes, sir.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Not on the bloody doorstep.

Didn't that boss of yours teach you anything?

Who's this?

I'm district nurse Mattie O'Brien.

Well, don't just stand there.

Cleaning the room already?

Well, there's no point leaving it like that.

You're quite sure about that?

You are joking, aren't you?

- I don't know. - Oh, Blake.

No, I'm serious.

I-- I don't know.

Look, say you're a homicidal maniac.

And no, no, no, no, no, please, listen, listen.

And you're completely insane, you have mother issues,

and you've decided you're going to kill the nurse on duty.

What do you do?

Do you go and steal a knife and hide it somewhere,

wait for a few days till she's all alone then make your move?

Maybe.

Then you're not insane, are you?

Because you've planned it.

So what are you saying?

Well, I'm saying that--

I don't know.

I'm not getting anything here, and that's the problem.

I so much preferred working with your father.

I can well imagine.

We had a call at the station at 7:40 PM

this evening to attend the Black Hills Psychiatric Hospital.

By the time we arrived, the deceased.

Violet.

Violet had-- had sustained multiple

stab wounds to the abdomen.

It appears to have been a premeditated attack.

One of the patients.

I'm sorry, sir.

Was she interfered with?

No, sir.

Not from what I saw.

Sarah, Mrs. Ashby, perhaps, sir.

No.

Violet's mother is no longer with us.

They didn't look after her in that place.

I told her to leave but there was a matter.

With her, it was a matter of pride.

Well, that's that then.

Constable, Vi wore her mother's eternity ring

as a kind of keepsake.

It was a mixture of emeralds and diamonds.

Oh, your daughter's personal effects

will be returned to you as soon as possible.

The ring is the only thing I care about.

Make sure it gets back to me.

Yes, sir.

Bloody hell.

You OK?

Not really.

Danny and Mattie seemed rather subdued this morning.

I'm not surprised.

You were going to hand over your receipts.

Hmm?

Your receipts.

Yes.

That's right.

I do have them somewhere, actually in a few places.

But I'll gather them all together.

Your father used to do his own bookwork.

I offered to help.

But it was a matter of pride for him.

Well, that's where dad and I differ.

I have no pride.

Did you know, the most modern technique for treating patients

with mental illness is to shoot charges of electricity

through their brains?

Yes, electroconvulsive therapy.

You've been reading my medical books.

Only when you're not here.

How does it work anyway?

No, no one's really sure.

But somehow, it seems to break the cycle.

Must be terribly painful.

Yeah.

One couldn't even imagine.

However, very few side effects apparently.

Short-term confusion and disorientation,

certainly headaches, and short-term memory loss.

I'll remember that when you forget

to give me your receipts.

I'll take you through shortly, sir.

Lawson.

Sir.

I'm very sorry to hear of your loss.

Everyone is.

Would you like me to come with you?

No.

This one will do.

This way, sir.

Doug Ashby.

He was my commanding officer for 10 years.

Made my life hell.

Is this your daughter, Violet Ashby?

Yes, it is.

You can head off, Danny.

Well done.

There's one deep stab.

That was the blow that killed her.

A knife was driven up under the rib cage, punctured a lung,

severed an artery.

Should have been dead in 30 seconds.

And after that, there were five horizontal slashes

across the torso, and one curved slash, all surface cuts.

Get to the point.

That first blow seems almost designed

to cause maximum damage, suggesting a detailed knowledge

of anatomy.

The rest, the rest were just decoration.

I'll do the talking, doctor.

I'm not convinced this is necessary.

Well, we need to take statements where we can.

I'll be in my office.

Mr. Hoyle, I'm Superintendent Lawson.

And this is Dr. Lucien Blake.

I'd like to ask you some questions about last night.

I don't remember anything.

What's the last thing you do remember?

The dining room.

What time was it?

Don't know.

Was it before dinner, was it--

was it after dinner?

Before.

I was playing.

Good.

And what then?

Do you remember having an argument with Nurse Ashby?

We understand that she was killed sometime later.

Yes.

Did you attack her?

Must have.

Nurse Ashby was really nice.

She asked me questions.

Then why did you kill her?

I don't know.

David, I've heard you're a very good piano player.

Not good enough.

He thinks he killed her.

Of course he did.

Then why can't he remember?

'Cause he's a nutcase locked in a padded cell.

He didn't present as unfit, just confused.

He's fit for trial.

And that's what worries me.

You know that his fingerprints were all over the knife?

Are you coming?

I'll catch up with you later.

I couldn't help admiring your bird, it's beautiful.

I practiced a lot.

Yes, I can tell.

I'm Lucien.

Oriel.

What a lovely name.

What are you going to paint?

I don't know yet.

You know, my mother was an artist.

And sometimes, she'd let me come into her studio and I'd--

I'd sit and watch her paint, I loved it.

Would you like to see something I've painted?

Oh, yes, please.

Oh.

That's good.

That's really good.

Is that David?

Painted it yesterday.

And this is before he had the fight with Nurse Ashby,

isn't it?

Before.

The after.

Oriel, tell me, what did you think of Nurse Ashby?

She asked too many questions.

Thank you, Oriel.

Hello.

I'm Dr. Blake.

I know.

And you are--

Oriel doesn't like you.

I'm sure Oriel can speak for herself.

I don't like you either.

But you do like Oriel, don't you?

That's what this is all about.

Don't you talk about her.

And why shouldn't I talk about her.

Because you're weak.

Well, some people might debate that.

Now look, Oriel is a very lovely young woman.

But this isn't the best way to gain her attention, is it?

Bryn!

Bryn, let him go.

Let him go.

Thank you.

Thank you, Dr. Winters.

They want you to stop upsetting the patients.

Oh, do they now?

What they really want me to do is sack you,

but I thought I'd soften it.

You can't help yourself, can you?

Well, don't you think something's very strange there.

Of course I Do it's an asylum.

It's all bloody strange.

Well, that big chap who threatened me sees

himself as Oriel's protector.

I suggest we add him to the list.

Look, there's no bloody list, Blake.

Hoyle was found with a knife, standing over that poor girl.

Is this where you say something

about working with my father?

Don't tempt me.

You really think something's wrong about that murder?

Oh, I'm not sure, Danny.

How is Violet Ashby's dad?

He's a tough old bloke.

Apparently, he was the boss's boss when he first started.

Made his life hell.

Well, explains a few things, doesn't it?

Listen, can you tell me where I might be able to find

Mattie this afternoon?

She was rostered on early this morning.

So she'd be home right now.

I did some checking around for you.

Ah, thank you.

Did you know Violet Ashby was accused of negligence?

A patient died last year.

A Patrick Garrett.

Apparently, there was some mix up with his meds,

and she got off with a reprimand.

A reprimand?

For fatally mixing up someone's meds?

Well, apparently it wasn't quite so cut and dried.

The finding was vague, and the hospital took her back.

Dear oh, dear.

It's not much of a recommendation, is it?

How are you?

Perhaps, it was a mistake, me taking you with me last night.

If I'm going to be serious about the work,

I need to see all sides of it.

Yes.

Mattie.

She was a nurse.

And she was my age.

And she had--

She had a whole life ahead of her.

Yes, I know.

Does this mean I'm not cut out for this?

Oh, not at all.

Do you know what it means?

It means you're absolutely the right person for the job.

Doctor, a patient here to see you.

No appointment.

Of course, one of our regulars?

No, I don't think so.

Oriel, what a nice surprise.

Is that one of your mother's?

That one?

No, no, not that one.

Why are you here, Oriel?

I'm a voluntary patient.

I can sign myself out.

That's not quite what I'm asking, is it?

You said you liked my painting.

Yes, I did.

Would you like to see another?

It's you.

Yes.

Do you like it?

Wonderful.

Really wonderful.

You're very talented, Oriel.

I'm not sure that it was a good idea for you to come here.

Why not?

How did you come to be at Black Hill in the first place?

Mum and Dad paid for me to be there.

Why?

It was a boy I liked.

But he didn't like me.

I got angry.

With him?

With his girlfriend.

I see.

And how did you get on with Nurse Ashby?

She was always asking questions, writing

things down in a little book.

Hmm.

That's what David said too.

She talked to him a lot.

That was after Patrick died.

Patrick was a patient, wasn't he?

They said Violet killed him accidentally.

Do you believe that?

Well, I'll tell you something, Oriel.

These paintings, boy, they are--

well, they really are exceptional.

I love the way you capture how you feel.

And you manage to do that with your painting of David as well.

He's easy to paint.

You know what he's thinking.

So if I was to look at your painting of David,

would I see that he was thinking of hurting Nurse Ashby?

David would never have hurt her, especially

not with a kitchen knife.

Why not?

His dad was a butcher.

He can't stand the sight of blood.

And he's terrified of knives.

I see.

Oriel, where were you last night after David had

his argument with Nurse Ashby?

Lucien is supposed to mean bringer of light.

Did you know that?

Not really, no.

I think they're wrong.

What's going on?

Oriel Vogel can't tell me where

she was last night between the day room and dinner.

So?

She has a history of jealous attacks,

and she's prone to inappropriate attachments.

Blake, you're a GP.

You're not a shrink.

What if I can prove David Hoyle

did not kill Violet Ashby?

Hmm?

How'd you swing this?

You're supposed to be staying away.

I may have lied to Dr. Laine.

David, how are you?

I'm Dr. Lucien Blake.

Do you remember me?

Do you-- do you remember why you've

been locked in your cell?

Hmm.

Don't be alarmed, Lawson.

David, I want you to take this knife.

I want you to take the knife and stab me.

Blake.

Come along, you won't get into trouble, I promise.

No.

David, come on.

I want you to take the knife.

I can't.

Blake.

You can't take the knife, can you, David?

The very thought of touching the blade terrifies you,

doesn't it?

Lawson, look, I--

I don't know who killed Violet Ashby,

but I can tell you this, of all the people it could be,

it wasn't this young man here.

But I did.

I had the knife in my hand.

I have blood on me.

I can still see it.

It's all right, David.

Killed her.

Hmm.

Killed her.

David.

Hey, hey.

No!

Get him out of here.

Oh, God's sake!

You said you wanted to talk to David for research purposes.

My patients are not there for you to play games with.

I believe Dr. Blake was testing a hypothesis.

What hypothesis?

Could you give us a moment, Ken?

I will not let this happen again.

It won't, no.

If you don't mind.

You found it hard to believe that David Hoyle could have

killed Violet, haven't you?

First, it was me you were wondering about.

Then it's Oriel.

Oriel has private sessions with Dr. Laine.

I took it from the day room to Dr. Laine's office.

I collected her an hour later and took her

to the dining room.

I see.

And what is it you think you see, Dr. Blake?

And what about you, doctor?

I did not kill Violet.

And why should we believe you?

Because I loved her.

I loved her.

And she seemed to love me.

You were lovers?

Dr. Winters, what about her reprimand?

Violet always maintained she was innocent.

How did you get the cuts on your hand?

Some of our patients harm themselves just

to give their internal pain an external form.

I'm no different.

How's the investigation going?

Someone's daughter died.

A number of lives have been pretty much ruined.

And my pride has taken a battering.

Oh, I thought you didn't have any.

I thought so too.

OK.

Right.

You mind?

Sorry.

Thank you.

Gene, hang on.

What?

May I?

Bloody hell.

Jean.

Did I wake you?

No, I was up.

Fancy a drink?

No, I'm fine.

Ah, here's one you know.

Here's one you might know.

Join in whenever you like.

It's a little late for a singsong.

Nonsense.

Never too late for a song.

Yes, it is.

You play very well.

It's a shame we only hear you late at night.

Yes.

Of course, Dad was a virtuoso, who could play anything.

Which is why I eventually took up the drums.

But oh, bloody hell.

Don't worry.

You should go to bed.

Yes.

Dr. Blake's son gets it spectacularly wrong again.

Self-recrimination and alcohol, Jean, never mix.

I'll keep that in mind.

Come on, bed.

Oops.

Should I--

No, no, leave it.

Oh, it's a bloody mess.

Yes.

Oh, I should probably--

I should probably-- probably go and brush my teeth, Jean.

Oh, sweet Jean.

Jean.

Sir, Violet Ashby's effects.

Her dad wanted them back.

Should I take them over or--

No, give me.

That will be all.

Sir.

One set of car keys.

One pair of glasses, damaged.

And two gold rings.

One with gemstones.

That will be all, superintendent.

Thanks for the house call.

I'm glad it was you and not that mess of a man

you called your constable.

Constable Parks is all right.

Lawson.

It really was one of her loonies that did this, was it?

Patient died up there a couple of months ago.

They blamed Violet for it.

She was trying to prove it wasn't her fault.

We think it might have been one of the patients.

Well, what's your investigation?

I'd be asking a few more questions.

Sir.

Morning.

Ah, good morning.

Here's a plate of bacon and eggs when you're ready.

Thank you.

Jean, I do apologize for last night.

My playing was horrendous.

I wouldn't say that.

Dad would have.

Thank you for the tea.

Lawson.

Now, you're going to think I've lost my mind.

Ah.

Oriel.

Am I in trouble?

No, no, not at all.

In fact, I think you're about to be very, very helpful.

Here we are.

I've been studying your paintings.

They really are very good.

Lawson, would you mind.

Now this one, can you tell me what's happening here?

You were talking to me.

Right.

And this one?

Why is that so much darker?

The lights went down.

Our power system is very old it struggles to-- to cope when

there's additional drain on it.

Oriel, do you know why the lights go down?

It's when Dr. Laine does the ECT on us.

Right.

Right.

What about these ones?

You painted this one before David had his argument

with Nurse Ashby, didn't you?

Yeah.

And this one was after the argument, wasn't it?

He'd left the room.

The lights went though.

I guessed it was for him.

Everyone else was in the day room.

Right.

What time do you think that was?

7:00.

7:00.

Let's have a little look in the book, shall we?

Now here we are.

Well, David, 150 volts, 8:55 PM, after Violet was killed.

But there's no record of any treatment around 7:00.

Oriel, can you tell me how many times a day would

you say the the lights dimmed?

Well, once or twice, if that.

Four times a day at least.

I count them.

Four.

David had two sessions of ECT with Dr. Laine that day,

before and after Violet was killed.

Yet only the latter has been recorded in the log.

There is no way, no way David could have killed Violet Ashby.

Get some help!

Step back, I'll deal with this.

Stay where you are!

Ted, help me.

The cavalry's arrived.

This man's insane.

Oh, just angry.

He wants to know why your name is

all the way through his daughter's notebooks.

I can tell you why, Mr. Ashby.

Dr. Laine here thinks of himself as a researcher.

Lucien.

Extra sessions of ECT.

And I'm guessing heavier dosages of drugs

just to see what happens.

I mean, after all, they're--

they're just loonies.

What else are they good for?

And then one of them died and Violet was blamed.

This was the one who framed her?

Yes.

You see, Violet started asking too many questions.

And he must have worked out that she was on to him.

So he murdered her, and mutilated her, and tried

to frame one of his patients.

This is absurd!

Mr. Ashby, please.

Sir, sir, sir.

I understand this is your old service pistol.

So?

Went missing in the changeover.

We've been looking for it.

I-- I just need to do a bit of paperwork,

then I can put it to bed.

But you must give me the gun.

Not till he confesses.

Doug, it won't be admissible.

You got enough to convict?

I'll get it sorted.

You've got Voilet's notebooks.

She kept meticulous records.

You should be very proud of her.

You'll be charging me with firearms offenses

and possible attempt to commit murder.

That's my decision, Doug.

It's time we go home now.

Kenneth Laine, I'm charging you on suspicion

of murder and assault. You have the right to remain silent.

Your old Tom's boy, aren't you?

Yes.

So everyone keeps reminding me.

Good man, your dad.

Psychiatry is such a new field.

We're 150 years behind immunology, 500 behind surgery.

ECT is only in its infancy.

There's a new generation of antipsychotic drugs

Dibenzodiazepine shows great promise

when coupled with hypnosis.

And you thought you'd just speed things along a little?

No one missed Patrick Garrett.

No one would have missed David Hoyle.

At least their lives could have been of use to someone.

And Violet Ashby got framed when

Patrick Garrett died and she started asking questions.

David had told me Violet was keeping a notebook.

Doses, treatments, everything.

I couldn't let that go on.

Then you gave Hoyle ECT.

And while he was unconscious, you

killed Violet and dragged him into the room,

let him take the knife so that when he woke up--

Well, he would have no memory of what he'd done.

We've been checking your past records.

And there are some unexplained patient

deaths at other hospitals that you've worked at.

Not all of those were research.

And what did your research tell you after all of this?

Oh, Lucien.

It's far too early to tell.

Lovely to hear the piano at a reasonable time of day.

Jean.

Thank you for tidying up after me last night.

I made quite a mess.

No trouble at all.